[ —he echoes, voice falling to a silvered, sotto dulcet. Always, she has chided him, scorned him for expending (himself) his mana upon her, such that he cannot remember a time (either in battle or in play, or even when they first had met, once upon a dream) when she hadn't made to refuse him, not until now, this moment when she looks to him with bright (glassy) eyes, asking only
why.
(She really is lost, isn't she, his little sister.) ]
But Caren, what could be wasted upon you, someone who saves, protects, and builds? [ Head canting artfully to the side, he regards her with only the most gentle of expressions, his words ringing with such clarity, such belief, that (at least where one Hero King is concerned) they are the truth of the world: ] You are my family, my little sister who knows not what to make of kindness; of the bonds she has made here, and yet...
[ A broad, encompassing gesture. ]
Look at all those you have brought together. [ With Independent Action, no less. ] I am happy for you.
[ So much so that he'd spoken in frivolous, silly, whimsy nonsense with the singular hope of seeing her huff and puff and say stop it now, you fool. Instead, though, she simply continues to look (perhaps accusatory, perhaps a little bit cruel), blinking back acridity and moisture.
(She is more human than she thinks she is.) ]
That happiness... [ Graceful, he dips into a bow. Deliberate, he leans in. Slowly, he presses the softest kiss to the slender rise of her cheek, chaste and affectionate. ] ...was the sole thing upon my mind as I synthesized the pieces together.
no subject
[ —he echoes, voice falling to a silvered, sotto dulcet. Always, she has chided him, scorned him for expending (himself) his mana upon her, such that he cannot remember a time (either in battle or in play, or even when they first had met, once upon a dream) when she hadn't made to refuse him, not until now, this moment when she looks to him with bright (glassy) eyes, asking only
why.
(She really is lost, isn't she, his little sister.) ]
But Caren, what could be wasted upon you, someone who saves, protects, and builds? [ Head canting artfully to the side, he regards her with only the most gentle of expressions, his words ringing with such clarity, such belief, that (at least where one Hero King is concerned) they are the truth of the world: ] You are my family, my little sister who knows not what to make of kindness; of the bonds she has made here, and yet...
[ A broad, encompassing gesture. ]
Look at all those you have brought together. [ With Independent Action, no less. ] I am happy for you.
[ So much so that he'd spoken in frivolous, silly, whimsy nonsense with the singular hope of seeing her huff and puff and say stop it now, you fool. Instead, though, she simply continues to look (perhaps accusatory, perhaps a little bit cruel), blinking back acridity and moisture.
(She is more human than she thinks she is.) ]
That happiness... [ Graceful, he dips into a bow. Deliberate, he leans in. Slowly, he presses the softest kiss to the slender rise of her cheek, chaste and affectionate. ] ...was the sole thing upon my mind as I synthesized the pieces together.