Would that it were that easy. Guess that just means we'll have to do it ourselves.
[ Take jobs. Make connections. Get information. Wash, rinse, repeat. It certainly fit their lifestyle, but he lets Aerith fall uncharacteristically silent as she squats on the hill. It's not like he's never seen her at her more melancholy... but it always takes him a bit off guard. ]
[ But then she opened up with the crime she was accused for. Which isn't something he was prepared to do... and he lets his shoulders sag a bit. A held breath escaping, as he sits down next to — not looking at her, not yet, but looking at towards the town as she looks down at the grass. Close enough they could brush against each other, shoulder to shoulder. But still giving enough of that distance that if she wanted to shy away, she could. ]
Abandonment, huh? Doesn't sound like you at all, if I'm being honest. Don't know if I've ever met a more stubborn person.
[ Despite the candidness, there is a hint of warmth to that tone. It's a compliment, to be sure. How many times had Aerith refused to even entertain the notion of an easier path when she could drag him along kicking and pouting? ]
But... let's say you're right. [ Because she's rarely wrong. ] The first chapter of... what, exactly? And how do our crimes play into that?
[ He feels like he's on the cusp of admitting his own crime, but he still doesn't know how to grapple with it. Abandonment sure didn't fit what he know of Aerith, and he couldn't think of why his crime was what it was. And above alll... he doesn't want this moment to be about him. Aerith's opening her heart, and he wants to be there and let her pour it out. ]
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Date: 2024-04-28 05:49 am (UTC)[ Take jobs. Make connections. Get information. Wash, rinse, repeat. It certainly fit their lifestyle, but he lets Aerith fall uncharacteristically silent as she squats on the hill. It's not like he's never seen her at her more melancholy... but it always takes him a bit off guard. ]
[ But then she opened up with the crime she was accused for. Which isn't something he was prepared to do... and he lets his shoulders sag a bit. A held breath escaping, as he sits down next to — not looking at her, not yet, but looking at towards the town as she looks down at the grass. Close enough they could brush against each other, shoulder to shoulder. But still giving enough of that distance that if she wanted to shy away, she could. ]
Abandonment, huh? Doesn't sound like you at all, if I'm being honest. Don't know if I've ever met a more stubborn person.
[ Despite the candidness, there is a hint of warmth to that tone. It's a compliment, to be sure. How many times had Aerith refused to even entertain the notion of an easier path when she could drag him along kicking and pouting? ]
But... let's say you're right. [ Because she's rarely wrong. ] The first chapter of... what, exactly? And how do our crimes play into that?
[ He feels like he's on the cusp of admitting his own crime, but he still doesn't know how to grapple with it. Abandonment sure didn't fit what he know of Aerith, and he couldn't think of why his crime was what it was. And above alll... he doesn't want this moment to be about him. Aerith's opening her heart, and he wants to be there and let her pour it out. ]