[ Pouting? Aah, aah, she's caught him! But it is a stratagem as good as any to employ, especially where a so-proclaimed immovable woman is concerned. ]
Can a King not pout? Can he not boast emotion beyond a regal temperament— [ A pause, a gentle hum of consideration. ] —and can he not, on occasion, be given to whim?
[ She is not wrong: it is unusual for him, to realize his own wants beyond the single wish he carries for the world; to give voice to what is, perhaps, much too frivolous, too innocent a desire to take to the skies and to be free with her, if only for a moment in time. For she is lovely, a mirror of himself in more ways than one, and if by being selfish he might be able to grant her a foolish experience, something new, then he'll not have a single regret.
...not that he could possibly possess one, even now, if he were to be honest. Her blush is much too charming as it heats her face, flushing her skin rosy and red as his own will never be again, and her fluster...
Well, altogether, she's quite adorable, isn't she? What's more, she humors him, consents, and in the very next instant he's whisked her away, her back supported with one arm, the delicate bend of her knees with the other, and then, then they are flying. There are thunderclouds on the horizon, but they have no bearing upon them, the Hero King carrying his ward higher and higher still until the fortress Graupera seems to be a cloud itself beneath them, a whisper of a thought in the distance.
Here, he chooses to hover, suspended in the air with Caren who most certainly isn't a free pass to carry everywhere.
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Can a King not pout? Can he not boast emotion beyond a regal temperament— [ A pause, a gentle hum of consideration. ] —and can he not, on occasion, be given to whim?
[ She is not wrong: it is unusual for him, to realize his own wants beyond the single wish he carries for the world; to give voice to what is, perhaps, much too frivolous, too innocent a desire to take to the skies and to be free with her, if only for a moment in time. For she is lovely, a mirror of himself in more ways than one, and if by being selfish he might be able to grant her a foolish experience, something new, then he'll not have a single regret.
...not that he could possibly possess one, even now, if he were to be honest. Her blush is much too charming as it heats her face, flushing her skin rosy and red as his own will never be again, and her fluster...
Well, altogether, she's quite adorable, isn't she? What's more, she humors him, consents, and in the very next instant he's whisked her away, her back supported with one arm, the delicate bend of her knees with the other, and then, then they are flying. There are thunderclouds on the horizon, but they have no bearing upon them, the Hero King carrying his ward higher and higher still until the fortress Graupera seems to be a cloud itself beneath them, a whisper of a thought in the distance.
Here, he chooses to hover, suspended in the air with Caren who most certainly isn't a free pass to carry everywhere.
Softly: ]
What do you make of it, this world?