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01-17-2013, 12:16 AM
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He is silent for a moment, though his excitement shows in his eyes, and again I feel a mixture of amusement and unease. Have I directed him rightly? Is it too late to urge caution? Should I? Could I? "Ready for this?" His voice breaks into my thoughts, and I smile slightly, masking the turmoil. It is a facade made from necessity, and guilt weighs my heart as I consider. I have already told him to tell her, underestimating just how gleeful it would make him. Would he scare her off rather than win her over? I can't be sure. "Of course I am." Am I? He speaks of sand and rock and trinkets and impressing her, and I find myself filled with sadness. How do I make him understand that love is not a question of gifts or words, but of actions? He must show her that she has his heart, not by giving her a stone one, but by revealing his to her. I want to stop him, to tell him he is wrong, but I cannot interrupt. It would be impolite. And I don't want to say anything, don't want to cut him down. I want only to support him. Besides, how bad could it be? Some girls like presents, after all. But is Phaedra one of those mares? How could I know? On and on he goes, speaking of how he will reveal his love for her, how she makes him complete, and still, I have to wonder if it isn't the idea of love that he has fallen for. But still, I find I cannot speak against him. "So what do you think?" His tone is eager, overjoyed, but I am overcome with dread. A queasy smile passes across my maw. "It sounds... wonderful, Levi," I say, and it is not entirely a lie. He has made an elaborate plan to prove his love - why shouldn't he put it into action. "I'm so sorry, I'm not... feeling well, all of a sudden. I think I should go lie down..." I force a smile again, though, and this time, it is genuine. "You will do well, Levi. I wish you the best of luck." [OOC | end?] |
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