[ And there's that too. She's been tempered to the point of brittleness, he fears. That the pressure of being a human being would ultimately crush her, because she's surrounded by sycophants that want her to be not just perfect, but also easy to manipulate.
Her little chide gets a grunt out of him. ]
Maybe I do, fine. But kissing isn't the only thing there's to intimacy, I hope you're aware.
[ He gives her hands a little squeeze, not really noticing. Now he feels bad about the feelings welling inside of him. What he wants, and what she can imagine someone would want. Would he be content to simply hold her, staying in a singular, completely pure and innocent moment? Probably. But he realizes that anyone who earns her trust might take advantage of her. Is he doing that? The mere thought terrifies him.
Hevry. The name snaps him back to reality. Even John, who isn't one for gossip, has heard the stories. The princeling that hasn't earned anything, yet has been given everything. It doesn't help that he's actually friends with the other one "royal" that seems not to be a nitwit...Hevry's older brother, no less. He would vouch for Argin a million times over Hevry in the matter of who should marry Melli.
He doesn't want anyone marrying Melli, of course, but short of throwing her over his shoulder and running away to other country, there's little he can do. And she would never forgive him, anyway.
They step out of the woods, and John shoots a dirty look at the tent where the wizard guy should still be in. Well, nothing to do with him now. ]
Well, we hold hands, sometimes. And sit together. My mother used to braid my hair, when I was little. And I hers.
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[ And there's that too. She's been tempered to the point of brittleness, he fears. That the pressure of being a human being would ultimately crush her, because she's surrounded by sycophants that want her to be not just perfect, but also easy to manipulate.
Her little chide gets a grunt out of him. ]
Maybe I do, fine. But kissing isn't the only thing there's to intimacy, I hope you're aware.
[ He gives her hands a little squeeze, not really noticing. Now he feels bad about the feelings welling inside of him. What he wants, and what she can imagine someone would want. Would he be content to simply hold her, staying in a singular, completely pure and innocent moment? Probably. But he realizes that anyone who earns her trust might take advantage of her. Is he doing that? The mere thought terrifies him.
Hevry. The name snaps him back to reality. Even John, who isn't one for gossip, has heard the stories. The princeling that hasn't earned anything, yet has been given everything. It doesn't help that he's actually friends with the other one "royal" that seems not to be a nitwit...Hevry's older brother, no less. He would vouch for Argin a million times over Hevry in the matter of who should marry Melli.
He doesn't want anyone marrying Melli, of course, but short of throwing her over his shoulder and running away to other country, there's little he can do. And she would never forgive him, anyway.
They step out of the woods, and John shoots a dirty look at the tent where the wizard guy should still be in. Well, nothing to do with him now. ]
Well, we hold hands, sometimes. And sit together. My mother used to braid my hair, when I was little. And I hers.
Doesn't beat kissing, but it's a close second.