[ they aren't that close yet, but that's more than alright, and wriothesley is quick to admit to his faux pas with sincere ease. given navia's response, he sobers just as quickly, his expression settling into something gentler. ]
Now, I may act the fool, but I'm not so heartless as to spoil such a precious memory for you, Navia. [ he'd made it a point to be nothing more than a forgettable witness clinging to the edges of the memory, speaking only when spoken to and otherwise letting navia relive the better parts of her past. ] I think I've intruded enough as it is, so at the very least, allow me to make sure you're alright.
[ when he finally closes some of the distance between them, wriothesley reaches into one of his inner coat pockets and offers navia a small silk kerchief to dab away the tears for the time being. though he does a fair job of blocking her from any wayward glances out in the field, he figures she'd still want a little more privacy to hide any redness or other signs of crying. a lady is entitled to her privacy, of course. ]
It wasn't out of turn. I welcome your little teases.
[ she takes the kerchief from him, turning her face away. she's thankful for how comforting he is right now, for how he's blocking her from everyone. she's tired of this place toying with them, for pulling at her heartstrings and danging such precious memories. it makes her heart ache.
when she turns back around, she's more composed than before. navia had given herself that moment to grieve again, and when she was done, the more mature and adult navia was back. she places the kerchief back into his hand, grasping his with both of hers. ]
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[ they aren't that close yet, but that's more than alright, and wriothesley is quick to admit to his faux pas with sincere ease. given navia's response, he sobers just as quickly, his expression settling into something gentler. ]
Now, I may act the fool, but I'm not so heartless as to spoil such a precious memory for you, Navia. [ he'd made it a point to be nothing more than a forgettable witness clinging to the edges of the memory, speaking only when spoken to and otherwise letting navia relive the better parts of her past. ] I think I've intruded enough as it is, so at the very least, allow me to make sure you're alright.
[ when he finally closes some of the distance between them, wriothesley reaches into one of his inner coat pockets and offers navia a small silk kerchief to dab away the tears for the time being. though he does a fair job of blocking her from any wayward glances out in the field, he figures she'd still want a little more privacy to hide any redness or other signs of crying. a lady is entitled to her privacy, of course. ]
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[ she takes the kerchief from him, turning her face away. she's thankful for how comforting he is right now, for how he's blocking her from everyone. she's tired of this place toying with them, for pulling at her heartstrings and danging such precious memories. it makes her heart ache.
when she turns back around, she's more composed than before. navia had given herself that moment to grieve again, and when she was done, the more mature and adult navia was back. she places the kerchief back into his hand, grasping his with both of hers. ]
Thank you. For everything.