She laughs at his response and the way his hand slides down his chest. Her smile is wide, her amber eyes sparkling. ”Clearly,” she says, leaning closer to nudge him slightly, careful not to disturb his cooking. Though she returns to her own space, she is still unnecessarily close to him.
His answer sounds like nostalgia to her, but she cannot know his heart. Not really. And besides, she is not one to judge. Weaver has little experience in the love department. There had been boys, of course, and ones she cared about. Though the pickings in Halo were slim and none were truly right for her. ”Nope,” she says easily enough. ”I am picky and difficult and flighty. Hard to love, I suspect.” There’s some truth in there, though only some. She is the sort of girl that would indeed be hard to love, but she is also the sort of girl that would be easy to love. She is indeed picky and difficult and flighty, and yet she is fierce in her kindness and her caring.
His answer sounds like nostalgia to her, but she cannot know his heart. Not really. And besides, she is not one to judge. Weaver has little experience in the love department. There had been boys, of course, and ones she cared about. Though the pickings in Halo were slim and none were truly right for her. ”Nope,” she says easily enough. ”I am picky and difficult and flighty. Hard to love, I suspect.” There’s some truth in there, though only some. She is the sort of girl that would indeed be hard to love, but she is also the sort of girl that would be easy to love. She is indeed picky and difficult and flighty, and yet she is fierce in her kindness and her caring.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
