Not yesterday but today? That made more than enough sense, it wasn't as if she hadn't been terrified at the reality of it. The presence of her cousins and their hands all over her, arranging this and that, not to mention the sense of disconnection from herself the whole time. Now she understood it better, why she had been so scared, and had secretly hoped Ignis might not take her down the aisle. He might have told her not to marry Roland and of all the times she had been told not to from so many different people if she had heard it then, she would have listened. Except, while her own bout of cold feet made sense, that wasn't what Roland meant at all.
In fact it was nowhere near, and it didn't matter how long it took, she waited for every train of thought and was so intently focused on listening that she almost jumped when he faced her. He was too fucking quick sometimes. By the time he turned back around and reset himself in the way that was now his until they got out of this tub, her face was stuck in a permanently shocked expression. What? What in the world just happened? Was any of that even real? Was he capable of understanding what all of that meant to her? Probably not, but the idea ran through her mind anyway.
"Roland …" What the hell did she even say? What could even be good enough? Nothing, likely, but she tried despite that. "This is the second time you have told me more than I knew I even needed to begin with." And she could say thank you over and over again but it just wouldn't be right. The only thing she could do was hug him, almost too gently but unquestioningly desperate. But that wasn't for too long, she didn't want to drag everything down and she only needed a moment and a half or so. Her voice might have been a little thick when she spoke again but it would return to normal. She was perfectly fine, none of it was sadness, in fact it was indescribable gratuity. "Honestly, I don't think anyone has said this many positive things about me in a day in years!" Hahaha! Hah!
Her grip relaxed, returned to normal, but she did kiss his cheek. "Your turn." If only to give her a break from the recurring waves of amazement that seemed designed to make her cry out of some weird, exhausted-relieved joy. "Ask whatever you want, no limits."
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Date: 2015-02-06 04:05 am (UTC)In fact it was nowhere near, and it didn't matter how long it took, she waited for every train of thought and was so intently focused on listening that she almost jumped when he faced her. He was too fucking quick sometimes. By the time he turned back around and reset himself in the way that was now his until they got out of this tub, her face was stuck in a permanently shocked expression. What? What in the world just happened? Was any of that even real? Was he capable of understanding what all of that meant to her? Probably not, but the idea ran through her mind anyway.
"Roland …" What the hell did she even say? What could even be good enough? Nothing, likely, but she tried despite that. "This is the second time you have told me more than I knew I even needed to begin with." And she could say thank you over and over again but it just wouldn't be right. The only thing she could do was hug him, almost too gently but unquestioningly desperate. But that wasn't for too long, she didn't want to drag everything down and she only needed a moment and a half or so. Her voice might have been a little thick when she spoke again but it would return to normal. She was perfectly fine, none of it was sadness, in fact it was indescribable gratuity. "Honestly, I don't think anyone has said this many positive things about me in a day in years!" Hahaha! Hah!
Her grip relaxed, returned to normal, but she did kiss his cheek. "Your turn." If only to give her a break from the recurring waves of amazement that seemed designed to make her cry out of some weird, exhausted-relieved joy. "Ask whatever you want, no limits."