[look at rosie. learning and growing in leaps and bounds. not that they know what she was like before all this-- janus has only ever known her having met vanyel, known him, grown with him. knowing real love has given her the ability to know and appreciate the pain that others go through when it's taken from them, a ballast to her fear and turmoil that hasn't cost her her willingness to kill the enemy.
all things that they appreciate about her. what they want for themself, too, even though some part of them worries that it's moment like these, the scent of a woman's hair in their nose, the selfless sweetness of her good wishes, the tilt of her slim shoulders, and the faint unfocus in her eyes when she talks about them but is thinking of her own life and story. 'scary and wonderful.' they scarcely ever admit to anything being wonderful to anyone.
'scary,' well. that's right out. but they say,]
Yes, [and they mean it.] Exactly that. It almost feels like... [they pause, absent-mindedly rubbing their fingers on the long sleeve covering her arm.]
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all things that they appreciate about her. what they want for themself, too, even though some part of them worries that it's moment like these, the scent of a woman's hair in their nose, the selfless sweetness of her good wishes, the tilt of her slim shoulders, and the faint unfocus in her eyes when she talks about them but is thinking of her own life and story. 'scary and wonderful.' they scarcely ever admit to anything being wonderful to anyone.
'scary,' well. that's right out. but they say,]
Yes, [and they mean it.] Exactly that. It almost feels like... [they pause, absent-mindedly rubbing their fingers on the long sleeve covering her arm.]