[ Well. It's impossible to say this isn't a deserved turn of events. If he had spoken up earlier, chosen honesty instead of using the rare opportunity provided to tease and avoid the truth, they would never have found their way into this position. ]
First, I would like to apologize for being the source of those misunderstandings. It was never my intention to lead you astray or cause genuine confusion.
[ In that pursuit, he should have said the following long ago. ]
As for your third answer... You chose me. It came as a surprise, I admit, but please do not feel you owe any further explanation or honesty. It was just a game, after all.
...Very well. If that is the case, then I suppose I must say that all the answers you have told me are not far from the actual truth at all. I may have been more honest thank I would have liked, but I will not lie now.
[She will leave that to hang in the air to take as he likes while she decides to sip at the tea...
And decidedly try to find some sweetener for it. Honey, if it's available.]
[ Shockingly, honey is one of the options open to her. A boon that can be attributed solely to the frequency of various other guests — all of whom possess fully functioning tastebuds. Perhaps he would have remembered to offer some before this point under... different circumstances. One's that did not include a statement both entirely upfront and utterly confounding, all at the same time. ]
Really? I... I see.
[ How eloquent. ]
I'm not certain which is more surprising then. Your answer or that you felt the need to visit and make certain I knew it was truthful.
Look... a lot has happened between us. Especially in regards to moments forgotten and secrets kept. Even if such a silly game seems unimportant I do not wish to fall down that road again.
[Delicately she sets the tea back down on the table between them.]
[ When she puts it that way, he cannot help but understand her desire to see this through. It's a... grave perspective, maybe, given the origin, but then they've always been people best suited to seriousness. Why would this be any exception? ]
In that case, I should thank you. For being brave enough to take the first step and working to prevent any misunderstandings, however small. Even though I was making your task a more challenging one all along.
[ Unknowingly, yes, but still. He was being foolish. ]
[God, how can he be so calm about this?! She practically just confessed! And here she was hoping he may start stuttering or faltering and maybe she'd have a chance to see in him that little boy she knew from her past...
Edelgard sips down the last of the tea before glancing toward the door.]
Well, I suppose that was all I needed to say. If nothing has changed then that is quite all right. I will make my leave.
[ Little does she know, it's because he's an idiot about as skilled at handling these types of situations as he was back then and finds it easier to... discuss around them, when possible.
Which, clearly, is no longer the case. ]
There... was one other thing.
[ Stuttering? Eh. Faltering? Absolutely. This may take a moment. ]
I managed to avoid getting caught up in last night's activities. But you should know I feel the same. Or rather, what I mean to say... is my answer to that question would have been you.
Is that so? Ah... well, do you think that might change things between us?
[Yes, Edelgard, you incredibly avoidant goober. There's no reason to hold back now!
Honestly? That scares her. No reason to hold back means the possibility of losing control. Becoming vulnerable. Can she really feel safe in that kind of position?]
[ It's fine. In a sense, she's the only reason they've managed to get this far. So, it's only fair he offers his own complete honesty in turn. ]
I'm... not certain.
[ He doubts either of them is the type of rush recklessly or casually into such an arrangement, even if their fears and hesitation stem from different sources. Still... ]
It need not change anything unless we're both in agreement. If you would prefer to put this behind us, then we will. But if it was up to me alone, I would not be opposed to the idea of... accepting change, as it were.
Is that so... I suppose it still surprises me to remember that even after all this time...
[She views him as a pivotal part in her survival as a child. He was the only one who wanted her to break free from the chains that the adults in her life shackled her with. She would cut a path. For him, for herself, and for those who suffered under the expectations of their societal structure.]
I simply do not wish to ruin those memories or, ah... disappoint.
[Especially since she looks so haunting at night in a white gown, or the way her arms and torso paint a grotesque picture of experiment and torture. Would she not make him uncomfortable?]
Disappoint? I... find it difficult to imagine a scenario where that would even present a possibility.
[ On her side, maybe, considering his lack of experience in matters like these and the signs of years better left forgotten still etched across his body... But for him? Impossible.
The woman who sits across from him is nearly unrecognizable as the child he first met, physically and otherwise, but she remains beautiful in spite of everything. Colder, yes. Unmistakably damaged and worn by cruelty, both hers and that of the world itself, yet strong and captivating. Physical interest is just one of the many reasons motivating his answer. ]
I highly doubt anyone would have much of an appetite for what goes on in a bedroom after seeing me. There is a reason I wear long sleeves even in the summer, Dimitri.
[Edelgard is not afraid of people seeing her battle scars. Not at all, and she'll wear them like a badge of honor - of pride: a monument to her survival. However the carved flesh, purpled and marred, is something else altogether.
She wonder if he noticed it, or if she was able to keep her facade up until now. Gloves and long sleeves even in hot weather. Refusal to join classmates, friends, in swimming at the lake. Other little things that she hoped escaped everyone's notice...]
[ Huh. She can rest assured knowing her facade was successful. Others may have seen through it but he certainly was not among them. Too caught up in his own head, his own goals, to pay enough mind to the specific quirks of a classmate. Even one who otherwise tended to draw his eye more than strictly necessary.
In hindsight, however... ]
Perhaps you should allow people to make their own decisions, instead of assuming the worst of them.
[ He cuts himself off with a sigh. Somehow, her taking umbrage against a clumsily worded yet genuine sentiment is almost nostalgic. In the very worst of ways. ]
I meant everything I said previously. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable or push you to show more than you'd otherwise prefer. [ An honest statement, if not a complete one. ] But... Edelgard, you deserve better than being bound by hypothetical fears.
[Hypothetical? How dare he, she thinks. He has no clue how she suffered. What she looks like. If he thinks her fears are so made-up perhaps Edelgard should show him why she fears so much.
Abruptly she stands from her seat. Her hands fiddle with the buttons of her shirt, but in the end it simply frustrates her. Tearing off her top she throws it defiantly at his feet. What use is decorum if it prevents you from proving a point?
So she stands there in a white bra that has a little violet bow between the cups. A khaki pencil skirt, and ankle socks trimmed with a lace similar to the kind that lines her bra.
Though who could spend that much time looking at clothes when the odd looking scars lining her arms demand attention. Purpled or paled skin, scar tissue with clean lines noting precision and purposefulness, and the way it has stretched over time because these are wounds from her childhood. These stand out as wholly unlike the other scars that nick her flesh along her hips or trail along her legs.]
There’s too little time between her initial movement and when her shirt hits the floor between them to offer anything other than a noise of surprise, his hands raised slightly in an failed gesture of de-escalation. He swallows back on any other reply, instead taking the look she’s clearly requesting of him.
It’s... a grotesque sight. Less for the scarring itself, significant though it may be, and more for the obvious intent that underscores each and every mark. An illustration of intentional human cruelty. Sympathy replaces surprise and horror, before both are schooled into an expression that’s not quite either. Open, warm, entirely divorced from pity or disgust.
He raises his gaze to meet her eyes. Simply—]
You’re beautiful.
[ And no less in his esteem than she was minutes or hours ago. ]
[Is it terrible of her that she felt more satisfaction from his shock and horror than she does from his acceptance? As if her bitter, scratched glass heart wanted only to say "I told you so".
Yet here he is. All warmth and support. Edelgard is not sure how to handle it. She's never had such kindness before. In fact with no idea how to handle it she almost feels angry. Angry at the world that twisted her in such a way she never learned to accept what is right before her now: admiration and love.
Soft and sweet like a summer breeze; warm like the rays of the sun dappled through a tree canopy.
Her hand balls into a fist, and her confident eyes that burned with defiance now fall away.]
Not as much as I could have been, but if that's just a pity comment I do not wish to have it.
On the contrary. There has never been a single moment, not one in our entire history, where I've pitied you. And I see no reason before me to start now.
[ It's not her reaction which dissuades the feeling. Though, certainly, avoiding the worst of her ire would be a refreshing turn of events. No, the truth is that the woman in front of him has survived. Over and over again. Her body is a testament to that fact. As if survival wasn't enough, she's also grown. Allowed herself to believe, however slightly, in the value of compromise and opening up. If she hadn't, then would either of them be here right now?
Really, it's the very opposite of pitiable. It's admirable.
He just wishes, more than anything, that there was a way to reach out and show her those same beliefs. ]
[Why is it that the words she wants to hear make her angry? Or perhaps it is not anger. Is it frustration? Maybe she is frustrated that her anger has no outlet now. No victim for which to burn with her flame. And perhaps a little disappointment, even.
Dimitri said she'd be his choice to bed, and yet she feels no heat or hunger from him? Though Edelgard doesn't seem to consider his admiration and reverence for her might outweigh any baser feelings.
To sum up? She's at a loss. Nowhere to vent frustration or grasp at closure. Unable to accept warmth and praise because even if she wants to she never learned how. Edelgard's hands ball into a fist before she reaches out with open palm turned upward.]
[ All the respect and fondness in the world isn't enough to stem the tide of exasperation he feels in the face of reaction. If he'd ever had expectations or hopes of such a moment before, having her disrobe out of fury and rebuff any attempt at kindness would most assuredly not have been included among them.
But perhaps, between the two of them, this was never going to come together easily.
He moves forward, reaching out to grasp her hand within his own. If she'll allow him, he traces a thumb across the scar closest to her wrist. A faint whisper of a touch. At odds with the steel of his tone. ]
What is it you want from me?
[ Physically, emotionally... She's free to take the question however she'd like, so long as she does not disregard it altogether. ]
[Despite the careful way he touches her Edelgard still flinches. He asks his question, and when her eyes finally meet his some time has gone by with silence between them.]
I do not know.
[Her voice is soft and belies her apprehension.]
I wished to be honest and clear the air, but I am unsure of where to go from here. And I dislike that uncertainty.
[After all her life has always had an end goal until now. First, to become Emperor, then it was to overthrow the Church, and then to take down Those Who Slither. But where is here life now? Where is the certainty? What end goal is there to this?]
[ At her flinch, he halts the movement but allows his grip to remain, keeping hold of her hand. A tether between them as they stumble their way forward through this conversation. He wants to do a great deal more, to give in to the freedom of exploration and feel each and every part she's revealed to him. From the softness of her skin to the lines of scar tissue between.
And yet, he cannot. Not until or unless the time comes when she will allow it. ]
I fear certainty may be too much to ask for when dealing with territory as uncharted as this.
[ Would having greater experience in these matters make this easier? He'd wager not. No one else is Edelgard, after all. For better or for worse, she's always had a tendency to make his life infinitely more complex. ]
But I can say, with utter assurance, that my feelings towards you haven't changed. Not in these last few minutes, nor in the years since we first met.
[ They're grown, yes. Become less... innocent, in a multitude of ways, since the days when simply holding each other would have been scandalous, but the spirit of that connection remains. Has shattered and been reforged strong enough to give him the confidence to believe they can continue to overcome uncertainty and fear. ]
Are... are you saying that you loved me, even back then? Even as you cursed my name?
[It shakes her, honestly. To think they both loved each other and were torn apart. To think that they may both feel the same now, but are unable to act because of the years between them.
Or... perhaps she's the only one unable to act. Despite overcoming so much she still feel frozen. Unable to grow beyond her place of righteous fury and rebellion. Or perhaps Edelgard is simply scared that she does not know how to accept even the simplest of affections. Stunted in more than just her height.]
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First, I would like to apologize for being the source of those misunderstandings. It was never my intention to lead you astray or cause genuine confusion.
[ In that pursuit, he should have said the following long ago. ]
As for your third answer... You chose me. It came as a surprise, I admit, but please do not feel you owe any further explanation or honesty. It was just a game, after all.
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[She will leave that to hang in the air to take as he likes while she decides to sip at the tea...
And decidedly try to find some sweetener for it. Honey, if it's available.]
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Really? I... I see.
[ How eloquent. ]
I'm not certain which is more surprising then. Your answer or that you felt the need to visit and make certain I knew it was truthful.
[ Just how is he meant to interpret that? ]
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[Delicately she sets the tea back down on the table between them.]
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In that case, I should thank you. For being brave enough to take the first step and working to prevent any misunderstandings, however small. Even though I was making your task a more challenging one all along.
[ Unknowingly, yes, but still. He was being foolish. ]
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Edelgard sips down the last of the tea before glancing toward the door.]
Well, I suppose that was all I needed to say. If nothing has changed then that is quite all right. I will make my leave.
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an idiotabout as skilled at handling these types of situations as he was back then and finds it easier to... discuss around them, when possible.Which, clearly, is no longer the case. ]
There... was one other thing.
[ Stuttering? Eh. Faltering? Absolutely. This may take a moment. ]
I managed to avoid getting caught up in last night's activities. But you should know I feel the same. Or rather, what I mean to say... is my answer to that question would have been you.
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[Yes, Edelgard, you incredibly avoidant goober. There's no reason to hold back now!
Honestly? That scares her. No reason to hold back means the possibility of losing control. Becoming vulnerable. Can she really feel safe in that kind of position?]
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I'm... not certain.
[ He doubts either of them is the type of rush recklessly or casually into such an arrangement, even if their fears and hesitation stem from different sources. Still... ]
It need not change anything unless we're both in agreement. If you would prefer to put this behind us, then we will. But if it was up to me alone, I would not be opposed to the idea of... accepting change, as it were.
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[She views him as a pivotal part in her survival as a child. He was the only one who wanted her to break free from the chains that the adults in her life shackled her with. She would cut a path. For him, for herself, and for those who suffered under the expectations of their societal structure.]
I simply do not wish to ruin those memories or, ah... disappoint.
[Especially since she looks so haunting at night in a white gown, or the way her arms and torso paint a grotesque picture of experiment and torture. Would she not make him uncomfortable?]
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[ On her side, maybe, considering his lack of experience in matters like these and the signs of years better left forgotten still etched across his body... But for him? Impossible.
The woman who sits across from him is nearly unrecognizable as the child he first met, physically and otherwise, but she remains beautiful in spite of everything. Colder, yes. Unmistakably damaged and worn by cruelty, both hers and that of the world itself, yet strong and captivating. Physical interest is just one of the many reasons motivating his answer. ]
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[Edelgard is not afraid of people seeing her battle scars. Not at all, and she'll wear them like a badge of honor - of pride: a monument to her survival. However the carved flesh, purpled and marred, is something else altogether.
She wonder if he noticed it, or if she was able to keep her facade up until now. Gloves and long sleeves even in hot weather. Refusal to join classmates, friends, in swimming at the lake. Other little things that she hoped escaped everyone's notice...]
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[ Huh. She can rest assured knowing her facade was successful. Others may have seen through it but he certainly was not among them. Too caught up in his own head, his own goals, to pay enough mind to the specific quirks of a classmate. Even one who otherwise tended to draw his eye more than strictly necessary.
In hindsight, however... ]
Perhaps you should allow people to make their own decisions, instead of assuming the worst of them.
[ His tone is kinder than the words themselves. ]
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Is that so? Do you wish to prove yourself now?
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[ He cuts himself off with a sigh. Somehow, her taking umbrage against a clumsily worded yet genuine sentiment is almost nostalgic. In the very worst of ways. ]
I meant everything I said previously. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable or push you to show more than you'd otherwise prefer. [ An honest statement, if not a complete one. ] But... Edelgard, you deserve better than being bound by hypothetical fears.
[ Of his reaction or anyone else's. ]
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Abruptly she stands from her seat. Her hands fiddle with the buttons of her shirt, but in the end it simply frustrates her. Tearing off her top she throws it defiantly at his feet. What use is decorum if it prevents you from proving a point?
So she stands there in a white bra that has a little violet bow between the cups. A khaki pencil skirt, and ankle socks trimmed with a lace similar to the kind that lines her bra.
Though who could spend that much time looking at clothes when the odd looking scars lining her arms demand attention. Purpled or paled skin, scar tissue with clean lines noting precision and purposefulness, and the way it has stretched over time because these are wounds from her childhood. These stand out as wholly unlike the other scars that nick her flesh along her hips or trail along her legs.]
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There’s too little time between her initial movement and when her shirt hits the floor between them to offer anything other than a noise of surprise, his hands raised slightly in an failed gesture of de-escalation. He swallows back on any other reply, instead taking the look she’s clearly requesting of him.
It’s... a grotesque sight. Less for the scarring itself, significant though it may be, and more for the obvious intent that underscores each and every mark. An illustration of intentional human cruelty. Sympathy replaces surprise and horror, before both are schooled into an expression that’s not quite either. Open, warm, entirely divorced from pity or disgust.
He raises his gaze to meet her eyes. Simply—]
You’re beautiful.
[ And no less in his esteem than she was minutes or hours ago. ]
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Yet here he is. All warmth and support. Edelgard is not sure how to handle it. She's never had such kindness before. In fact with no idea how to handle it she almost feels angry. Angry at the world that twisted her in such a way she never learned to accept what is right before her now: admiration and love.
Soft and sweet like a summer breeze; warm like the rays of the sun dappled through a tree canopy.
Her hand balls into a fist, and her confident eyes that burned with defiance now fall away.]
Not as much as I could have been, but if that's just a pity comment I do not wish to have it.
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[ It's not her reaction which dissuades the feeling. Though, certainly, avoiding the worst of her ire would be a refreshing turn of events. No, the truth is that the woman in front of him has survived. Over and over again. Her body is a testament to that fact. As if survival wasn't enough, she's also grown. Allowed herself to believe, however slightly, in the value of compromise and opening up. If she hadn't, then would either of them be here right now?
Really, it's the very opposite of pitiable. It's admirable.
He just wishes, more than anything, that there was a way to reach out and show her those same beliefs. ]
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Dimitri said she'd be his choice to bed, and yet she feels no heat or hunger from him? Though Edelgard doesn't seem to consider his admiration and reverence for her might outweigh any baser feelings.
To sum up? She's at a loss. Nowhere to vent frustration or grasp at closure. Unable to accept warmth and praise because even if she wants to she never learned how. Edelgard's hands ball into a fist before she reaches out with open palm turned upward.]
I suppose I should redress.
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[ All the respect and fondness in the world isn't enough to stem the tide of exasperation he feels in the face of reaction. If he'd ever had expectations or hopes of such a moment before, having her disrobe out of fury and rebuff any attempt at kindness would most assuredly not have been included among them.
But perhaps, between the two of them, this was never going to come together easily.
He moves forward, reaching out to grasp her hand within his own. If she'll allow him, he traces a thumb across the scar closest to her wrist. A faint whisper of a touch. At odds with the steel of his tone. ]
What is it you want from me?
[ Physically, emotionally... She's free to take the question however she'd like, so long as she does not disregard it altogether. ]
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I do not know.
[Her voice is soft and belies her apprehension.]
I wished to be honest and clear the air, but I am unsure of where to go from here. And I dislike that uncertainty.
[After all her life has always had an end goal until now. First, to become Emperor, then it was to overthrow the Church, and then to take down Those Who Slither. But where is here life now? Where is the certainty? What end goal is there to this?]
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And yet, he cannot. Not until or unless the time comes when she will allow it. ]
I fear certainty may be too much to ask for when dealing with territory as uncharted as this.
[ Would having greater experience in these matters make this easier? He'd wager not. No one else is Edelgard, after all. For better or for worse, she's always had a tendency to make his life infinitely more complex. ]
But I can say, with utter assurance, that my feelings towards you haven't changed. Not in these last few minutes, nor in the years since we first met.
[ They're grown, yes. Become less... innocent, in a multitude of ways, since the days when simply holding each other would have been scandalous, but the spirit of that connection remains. Has shattered and been reforged strong enough to give him the confidence to believe they can continue to overcome uncertainty and fear. ]
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[It shakes her, honestly. To think they both loved each other and were torn apart. To think that they may both feel the same now, but are unable to act because of the years between them.
Or... perhaps she's the only one unable to act. Despite overcoming so much she still feel frozen. Unable to grow beyond her place of righteous fury and rebellion. Or perhaps Edelgard is simply scared that she does not know how to accept even the simplest of affections. Stunted in more than just her height.]
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