[Honestly, she thought she was eventually going to have to punch him. Apologise after, but really, punch him.
She is usually pretty good with asking permission, but at the same time, when she wants to do something, she'd just go ahead and do it. Her own determination was what pushed a normally shy and humble country into doing many things. If that meant punch or caress a king, then that is exactly what she'd do.
What confuses and surprises her is Gilgamesh's reaction. For some reason, just this one reaction of him grasping her hands, voicing his opinion has her reeling before she calms. She is no longer frustrated at him. There's just something about Gilgamesh, like he understands who she is. She is as gentle as she is fierce. He pushes and he pulls, but not in a way that causes her complete distress.
Vietnam doesn't draw her eyes away. It is gold staring into red, but her gaze, finally, is soft. Outwardly, someone would probably think she's rewarding him now for his good behaviour. But for her, she wants to prove that his own honesty makes him dearer. Her fingers remain touching his face, but her thumbs curl so they can take his hands. Relaxed, and she shuffles her knees just to sit a little closer.]
No one ever said that to me before. [It's true. They say her hands are skilled, but that is all.] But if actions speak louder than words, then I am glad you understand. I suppose the most honest here is you.
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She is usually pretty good with asking permission, but at the same time, when she wants to do something, she'd just go ahead and do it. Her own determination was what pushed a normally shy and humble country into doing many things. If that meant punch or caress a king, then that is exactly what she'd do.
What confuses and surprises her is Gilgamesh's reaction. For some reason, just this one reaction of him grasping her hands, voicing his opinion has her reeling before she calms. She is no longer frustrated at him. There's just something about Gilgamesh, like he understands who she is. She is as gentle as she is fierce. He pushes and he pulls, but not in a way that causes her complete distress.
Vietnam doesn't draw her eyes away. It is gold staring into red, but her gaze, finally, is soft. Outwardly, someone would probably think she's rewarding him now for his good behaviour. But for her, she wants to prove that his own honesty makes him dearer. Her fingers remain touching his face, but her thumbs curl so they can take his hands. Relaxed, and she shuffles her knees just to sit a little closer.]
No one ever said that to me before. [It's true. They say her hands are skilled, but that is all.] But if actions speak louder than words, then I am glad you understand. I suppose the most honest here is you.