Darling please, just give us some time, and I swear we'll be alright
Affection blooms in her breast like tangleweed as he pouts, churlish and recalcitrant. It chokes out all the negativity, the fear and burdens, and she laughs softly against his brow where she has planted her kiss before she retreats. It is not an easy lesson to learn, and speaking it is far easier than enacting it. Still, he does not take verbal arms against her, and perhaps that is the first step for him. Let him ruminate, reflect, rebuild. Hotaru is here, and she will gladly remain throughout the process. A long road lies ahead, but there is room enough for her to walk at his side.
The crinkle of his nose has her biting her own lip to quiet the laughter that tries to eek out. No sense in giving him more ammunition against her cause by laughing at how uncomfortable he is with the idea of a vacation. "I promise I won't keep you from your beloved politics for too long." Mischief brightens in her eyes as she says it, all too aware that he despises it. Which makes it all the more ironic that he would rather converse with other diplomats about regional improvements than take a vacation.
Warm, calloused hands come to envelop her own, and she can't help how her visage softens to see him smile even faintly. It dies in a curling, crinkling fashion, like a leaf set on fire as his words strike flint against the brittle remains of her constitution. "You won't delay your packing by long enough to satisfy you by asking me that," she grouses. Shadows flicker in her eyes all the same, renewed in spirit by the lapse in her attention, the crumbling of her brick walls designed to keep those thoughts and current troubles at arms length. Unable to hold his gaze lest he see too deeply into her - as he always does, the insufferable man - she instead stares at their folded hands. "Lets just say you aren't the only one in need of an escape." Hotaru can't bear to place her own woes on him, not when he is so broken already, and so she shies away from his own deflection. She isn't sure where she would even begin if she tried.
The crinkle of his nose has her biting her own lip to quiet the laughter that tries to eek out. No sense in giving him more ammunition against her cause by laughing at how uncomfortable he is with the idea of a vacation. "I promise I won't keep you from your beloved politics for too long." Mischief brightens in her eyes as she says it, all too aware that he despises it. Which makes it all the more ironic that he would rather converse with other diplomats about regional improvements than take a vacation.
Warm, calloused hands come to envelop her own, and she can't help how her visage softens to see him smile even faintly. It dies in a curling, crinkling fashion, like a leaf set on fire as his words strike flint against the brittle remains of her constitution. "You won't delay your packing by long enough to satisfy you by asking me that," she grouses. Shadows flicker in her eyes all the same, renewed in spirit by the lapse in her attention, the crumbling of her brick walls designed to keep those thoughts and current troubles at arms length. Unable to hold his gaze lest he see too deeply into her - as he always does, the insufferable man - she instead stares at their folded hands. "Lets just say you aren't the only one in need of an escape." Hotaru can't bear to place her own woes on him, not when he is so broken already, and so she shies away from his own deflection. She isn't sure where she would even begin if she tried.
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