[ just an initial reaction, surprised, for some reason, that he should like to know, and she rests her head against the cushion.
there's so much. their mutual comfort, something so little can ebb at and make her feel the opposite, the way he asks. there's a nuance in can i rather than just asking what they're like, and her gaze dips to her hands.
it's strange, being asked. she hasn't really been before. the words come out a little hesitant, more in the sense of someone who isn't sure how to format it over someone who doesn't want to talk about it, but she does speak softly. ]
Ehm... Yes, of course. They are a nice person, kind and comfortable to be around, with whom I have enjoyed many conversations with -- an artist, as one may have gathered, who I find the smile of pleasant. They do not shy from pressing a point if worthy of pushing it, [ though she dislikes that, too, as someone who wants to deflect, ] and have a gentle demeanor. Truthfully, they--
[ share a lot in common with sinclair, and she catches herself from staying so. is that weird? it isn't, is it? of course she'd be comforted by someone who shared traits with someone she found important. there's a similar desire to help despite their supposed weaknesses, wanting to reach out even if they might not know how, though of course the differences were important, too.
speak, don quixote. ]
They bring me a similar comfort to thee, when we speak. Or did. They do, yet at the same time-- not always. If that makes sense. Not in the way that I worry thee, though.
[ the more she thinks, the more tied up about it she feels -- leisure is nice, but this is too much. ]
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[ just an initial reaction, surprised, for some reason, that he should like to know, and she rests her head against the cushion.
there's so much. their mutual comfort, something so little can ebb at and make her feel the opposite, the way he asks. there's a nuance in can i rather than just asking what they're like, and her gaze dips to her hands.
it's strange, being asked. she hasn't really been before. the words come out a little hesitant, more in the sense of someone who isn't sure how to format it over someone who doesn't want to talk about it, but she does speak softly. ]
Ehm... Yes, of course. They are a nice person, kind and comfortable to be around, with whom I have enjoyed many conversations with -- an artist, as one may have gathered, who I find the smile of pleasant. They do not shy from pressing a point if worthy of pushing it, [ though she dislikes that, too, as someone who wants to deflect, ] and have a gentle demeanor. Truthfully, they--
[ share a lot in common with sinclair, and she catches herself from staying so. is that weird? it isn't, is it? of course she'd be comforted by someone who shared traits with someone she found important. there's a similar desire to help despite their supposed weaknesses, wanting to reach out even if they might not know how, though of course the differences were important, too.
speak, don quixote. ]
They bring me a similar comfort to thee, when we speak. Or did. They do, yet at the same time-- not always. If that makes sense. Not in the way that I worry thee, though.
[ the more she thinks, the more tied up about it she feels -- leisure is nice, but this is too much. ]