[You're not speaking English again, he wants to say. That string sentence, one he's sure is in French, flies directly over his head. But it's the sentences that follow that make him feel like he's underneath that mistletoe in the garden again--like there's cement clinging to the bottom of his feet, keeping him in place.
He's heard something like it before, Selenite complimenting his handiwork, his fighting skill, or things such as his views on reading, but... he can't recall the man calling him anything other than words for 'delicious'. ...And he's not sure how to even take the sentence 'you're special to me'.
His head tips a little to the side, and he can feel his cheeks burning, his hands going rigid on the now-empty bag that's being held in them as he nods once. Of course he's going to reply. Haha. All that thinking that this was a terrible idea... where had they gone?]
...I wasn't sure of it. For a long time. [That much is obvious.] Impossible, something along those lines, after everything you did--
[No, now's not the time for that. He lets the sentence die in his mouth before it gains any furthur headway.] ...Don't really know what I'm doing here anymore, what my wish is, if what I'm aiming for is right.
I thought you came here, once, for selfish reasons. Months have passed, since then, and [A hand presses to the back of his own head, his eyes averting away from the other ghoul, now.] ...I guess I've had a few eye-openers.
...I regret abandoning you on Halloween. And I've taken two months to think about what happened. And this was... the conclusion I came to.
[His eyes finally raise up, meeting Selenite's again with a more stable, certain gaze.]
You've become irreplaceable to me, it seems. And you do deserve to know that.
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marriage probably, sod the ring just get scarves
Date: 2015-12-26 10:49 am (UTC)He's heard something like it before, Selenite complimenting his handiwork, his fighting skill, or things such as his views on reading, but... he can't recall the man calling him anything other than words for 'delicious'. ...And he's not sure how to even take the sentence 'you're special to me'.
His head tips a little to the side, and he can feel his cheeks burning, his hands going rigid on the now-empty bag that's being held in them as he nods once. Of course he's going to reply.
Haha. All that thinking that this was a terrible idea... where had they gone?]
...I wasn't sure of it. For a long time. [That much is obvious.] Impossible, something along those lines, after everything you did--
[No, now's not the time for that. He lets the sentence die in his mouth before it gains any furthur headway.] ...Don't really know what I'm doing here anymore, what my wish is, if what I'm aiming for is right.
I thought you came here, once, for selfish reasons. Months have passed, since then, and [A hand presses to the back of his own head, his eyes averting away from the other ghoul, now.] ...I guess I've had a few eye-openers.
...I regret abandoning you on Halloween. And I've taken two months to think about what happened. And this was... the conclusion I came to.
[His eyes finally raise up, meeting Selenite's again with a more stable, certain gaze.]
You've become irreplaceable to me, it seems. And you do deserve to know that.