[ The whuff of air from her nose comes again, but it is laughter rather than sigh.
What a pair they make, almost lovingly designed to drive each other mad. But it is as he said, isn't it? They are still here. There has been so much, so very much, and they are still here. Still care enough to quarrel.
Maybe he is fighting for her, it is simply that they are fighting each other and themselves. ]
Then I shall not tell you what to say or when to say it. Only that it will make me happy to hear whatever it is you wish to say whenever it is you wish to say it.
Nor do I. And I do trust you, in that. That you shall not lie to me.
It is because of that trust that when I asked you to tell me those things—that I was beautiful, that you wanted me with you, that you should miss me were I gone—and you said nothing, I believed it meant that if you spoke them you would be lying. And so you did not think them, but were letting me pretend things were other than they were.
[ A kiss for his head, and a voice warm with amusement: ]
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What a pair they make, almost lovingly designed to drive each other mad. But it is as he said, isn't it? They are still here. There has been so much, so very much, and they are still here. Still care enough to quarrel.
Maybe he is fighting for her, it is simply that they are fighting each other and themselves. ]
Then I shall not tell you what to say or when to say it. Only that it will make me happy to hear whatever it is you wish to say whenever it is you wish to say it.
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Yes. Being told what to say makes whatever I do say feel like a falsehood. I don't want that.
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Nor do I. And I do trust you, in that. That you shall not lie to me.
It is because of that trust that when I asked you to tell me those things—that I was beautiful, that you wanted me with you, that you should miss me were I gone—and you said nothing, I believed it meant that if you spoke them you would be lying. And so you did not think them, but were letting me pretend things were other than they were.
[ A kiss for his head, and a voice warm with amusement: ]
I am glad it is only because you are obstinate.
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We shall stand ever steadfast against the slender, decadent Orlesian redheads coming to conquer our hearts.
[ And then: ]
You are beautiful. I do want you with me.
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There is only one part of you that stands steadfast against Orlesians.
[ A gentle little nip at his ear for punctuation. ]
You let us climb all over you. But I am merciful and shall not tell your queen.
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You filthy little minx.
[ And then, with a wry smile: ]
Rest assured that my queen already knows. In my missives - "here is where my judgment is compromised."
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You are so good.
[ Then an energetic kiss for the side of his neck, and a squeeze, and she lets go. ]
They will make you work soon. We have to eat the cake, or Bastien will feel unappreciated.
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Agreed.
[ He leans over and grabs for it. This time, he does just grip a great big handful of the stuff, and shoves it right in his face. ]
Mm. Not bad.
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Such manners my Lord Ambassador!
[ Battle lines drawn. Her eyes sparkle. ]