[This is... good, she thinks. Good enough. It doesn't come as a surprise, but she smiles through it anyway, keeping the lonely sentiment to herself. If he notices... well, there's plenty he could say about it, but she somehow doubts it'll happen.
It doesn't hurt, not really. Just aches a little whenever they part, but it always passes. The feeling of being close again still outweighs the disappointment, every time, especially after all they went through to arrive here in the first place.]
Won't stop me from it, though. Or from attending your wedding, whenever that happens. Everything will fall into line the way it's supposed to, I'm sure.
Has anything stopped you when you're determined? However unwise.
[The loneliness... it was a difficult feeling to miss, attuned to that aspect of emotion as he was. But he doesn't comment on it, only sighing very quietly. Closing those earrings safely up in his hand, he wraps both arms around her. Straightening up, he tugs Irhya gently against him. Kisses the top of her head.
He knows he once would have resented it. How dare she develop feelings for someone she murdered, what entitlement, he would have assumed. Not only unwilling to return it, he would have despised it of her.
Instead, he holds her, takes that loneliness as though it were his own. Nothing was ever uncomplicated between them, was it?]
--You are invited, of course, whenever the ceremony takes place. I would want to have you there. You are... my oldest and dearest friend, after all.
[Even with a gap of years too numerous to count, of memory only he could still recall. Even with a gap of months, after their previous Bond was annulled, and their relationship afterward remained fraught with pain. Even so.]
[She makes an indeterminate noise when he pulls her in, feeling his breath on the crown of her head. The gesture makes it a little easier to bear, somehow. Love keeps her close, and that's more than enough. Besides, what would she even do if he did someday turn around and reciprocate out of the blue? Perhaps for that reason, it's better to keep things the way they are.]
I can't tell you how much that means to me. Thank you. Ah-- I'd love to help you plan it when you get to that stage, too, if you want. I'll bet Mettaton wants a little bit of everything, right? Such a lively soul, even though his body is synthetic...
[Though one hand is broken, and the other occupied, he rubs the side of his functional one against her back. It wasn't easy, it wouldn't be easy- but if she wanted to remain close, he wouldn't push her away.]
Or a lot of everything, given any opportunity. Lively doesn't even begin to cover it. [An attempt at long-suffering, though the edge of fondness there is hard to disguise, as he sighs against her hair.] Any help would be appreciated. There will no doubt be a great deal to manage.
Heh... don't worry, I'll be there for it. I'm terrible at strategy, but wedding planning, I think I can do. I mean, I helped with my sister's! A little...
[She has to laugh against his shirt. Yes, that is one of his most charming qualities, isn't it?]
And... just throw me a scrap every once in a while, and I'll be all right.
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[This is... good, she thinks. Good enough. It doesn't come as a surprise, but she smiles through it anyway, keeping the lonely sentiment to herself. If he notices... well, there's plenty he could say about it, but she somehow doubts it'll happen.
It doesn't hurt, not really. Just aches a little whenever they part, but it always passes. The feeling of being close again still outweighs the disappointment, every time, especially after all they went through to arrive here in the first place.]
Won't stop me from it, though. Or from attending your wedding, whenever that happens. Everything will fall into line the way it's supposed to, I'm sure.
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[The loneliness... it was a difficult feeling to miss, attuned to that aspect of emotion as he was. But he doesn't comment on it, only sighing very quietly. Closing those earrings safely up in his hand, he wraps both arms around her. Straightening up, he tugs Irhya gently against him. Kisses the top of her head.
He knows he once would have resented it. How dare she develop feelings for someone she murdered, what entitlement, he would have assumed. Not only unwilling to return it, he would have despised it of her.
Instead, he holds her, takes that loneliness as though it were his own. Nothing was ever uncomplicated between them, was it?]
--You are invited, of course, whenever the ceremony takes place. I would want to have you there. You are... my oldest and dearest friend, after all.
[Even with a gap of years too numerous to count, of memory only he could still recall. Even with a gap of months, after their previous Bond was annulled, and their relationship afterward remained fraught with pain. Even so.]
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I can't tell you how much that means to me. Thank you. Ah-- I'd love to help you plan it when you get to that stage, too, if you want. I'll bet Mettaton wants a little bit of everything, right? Such a lively soul, even though his body is synthetic...
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Or a lot of everything, given any opportunity. Lively doesn't even begin to cover it. [An attempt at long-suffering, though the edge of fondness there is hard to disguise, as he sighs against her hair.] Any help would be appreciated. There will no doubt be a great deal to manage.
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[She has to laugh against his shirt. Yes, that is one of his most charming qualities, isn't it?]
And... just throw me a scrap every once in a while, and I'll be all right.