She had never thought that it would bother her to go without her own traditions as fas marriage was concerned and yet here she was, and it bothered her a little. But even if that had been honored it would mean speaking more words that neither of them would mean so the desire was kind of childish.
Her self-pitying came to an immediate stop when she looked at Alain, the poor man looked ready to leave and be done with all of this. She almost wanted to ask if he could just go after doing his part but that would hardly be acceptable. No, instead she focused on the ring and was strangely relieved that it was simple and uncomplicated because it was going to sit heavy on her as it was, no use in making it overly pronounced on top of that.
It was a miracle that she didn't flinch at the bit about children, the one subject that would pull at her the way Roland's deceased lover did. At least, as far as she understood, there would be no confusion about children. That was the positive.
If anyone dared to ask her later (and Agni would, because he was a cow's ass) she would lie and say that it was just a kiss, that she didn't fall into it easily and feel her heart turn over for it. It was pure, unbelievable romanticism and it was dangerous and did not happen. Nope. Not at all. They kissed for the acceptable amount of time, and parted, and she remembered to smile.
Now if only that smile wasn't so damn genuine, she would have pulled it all off just fine.
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Date: 2015-02-01 02:01 am (UTC)Her self-pitying came to an immediate stop when she looked at Alain, the poor man looked ready to leave and be done with all of this. She almost wanted to ask if he could just go after doing his part but that would hardly be acceptable. No, instead she focused on the ring and was strangely relieved that it was simple and uncomplicated because it was going to sit heavy on her as it was, no use in making it overly pronounced on top of that.
It was a miracle that she didn't flinch at the bit about children, the one subject that would pull at her the way Roland's deceased lover did. At least, as far as she understood, there would be no confusion about children. That was the positive.
If anyone dared to ask her later (and Agni would, because he was a cow's ass) she would lie and say that it was just a kiss, that she didn't fall into it easily and feel her heart turn over for it. It was pure, unbelievable romanticism and it was dangerous and did not happen. Nope. Not at all. They kissed for the acceptable amount of time, and parted, and she remembered to smile.
Now if only that smile wasn't so damn genuine, she would have pulled it all off just fine.