Sure, but I could write a lot more of them. I could spend pages waxing poetic about my feelings for you. [ amused. ] It'd be really embarrassing.
[ ... maybe too much for even him. But maybe not. He feels quite confident he could really go on for quite a while about them. It's hardly been any time at all, really, and yet, here he is, completely head over heels. He gave Impey so much guff about being a fool for love - he owes the man an apology when he sees him next, because he's apparently the same way.
Then again, maybe it's been longer than he gives it credit for. Their relationship was one they started building the day he arrived, after all... and everything that happened before he fell in love was part of his feelings, too. This connection between them isn't so flimsy. That's why he could bare the most vulnerable part of his past to them like that and still hold them with confidence and laugh now, less than an hour later. ]
You're right about that, though. [ he smiles, very fondly, and presses a kiss against their hair, murmuring: ] I love you.
[ he said it already tonight, but he says it again, unable to resist falling for the bait they set out. The airship seems like it's floating high up into the clouds, and soon the lights of Paris are hardly visible at all, hazy blue light from the moon illuminating the cabin more than anything. ]
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Sure, but I could write a lot more of them. I could spend pages waxing poetic about my feelings for you. [ amused. ] It'd be really embarrassing.
[ ... maybe too much for even him. But maybe not. He feels quite confident he could really go on for quite a while about them. It's hardly been any time at all, really, and yet, here he is, completely head over heels. He gave Impey so much guff about being a fool for love - he owes the man an apology when he sees him next, because he's apparently the same way.
Then again, maybe it's been longer than he gives it credit for. Their relationship was one they started building the day he arrived, after all... and everything that happened before he fell in love was part of his feelings, too. This connection between them isn't so flimsy. That's why he could bare the most vulnerable part of his past to them like that and still hold them with confidence and laugh now, less than an hour later. ]
You're right about that, though. [ he smiles, very fondly, and presses a kiss against their hair, murmuring: ] I love you.
[ he said it already tonight, but he says it again, unable to resist falling for the bait they set out. The airship seems like it's floating high up into the clouds, and soon the lights of Paris are hardly visible at all, hazy blue light from the moon illuminating the cabin more than anything. ]