[ she's really out here using the word 'cucked' in front of god and everyone, i'm crying
He takes the first bit in stride because....well, she's right, he definitely deserved that. There really was no good explanation for his behavior and honestly he should probably go apologize to Izou (and also March) at some point after this. The second part has him turning his head towards her in surprise.
It shouldn't be surprising, not with how much it'd been featured as a theme during the various shows and as something that had cropped up every now and then in his own life, but it's strange to imagine it coming from Ishmael, who has always been confident and biting and self-assured in her opinions. But maybe it shouldn't be so strange, when the both of them are navigating through uncharted territory for the first time.
They step along a few feet more, Wriothesley silent as he turned her words over in his mind (yes, including cucked). ]
I'm sorry [ first and foremost ] for making you feel that way. If you felt [ no, he can't bring himself to say 'cucked' yet ] jealous, then I'm partly responsible for doing something that led to that reaction.
[ Another beat of silence. ]
I'm guessing you don't really want to feel that way again in the future. [ maybe she's secretly into ntr and he just hasn't picked up on it, who can say ]
[ she said "cuck" once and now he's not going to let her live it down ]
Wow, you figured it out. [ no, she can't be sarcastic for this. ] It's a horrible feeling so no, I don't. Trust me, I'm rarely this insecure, but...
[ hmm, how does she put this. she slows down until she comes to a stop as she mulls over the right words to say, her gaze averted from him. ]
You're... too good for me sometimes. No -- a lot of the time, really. Like I said before, a lot of people here do want you. How can I not feel threatened?
[ she breathes out a sigh. if the flush on her face is growing, it's probably just the weather. definitely. ]
Maybe at the end of the day... I just wanted you to look at me and only me. Is that so wrong?
[ It's still a strange thing, to hear the words 'too good' out of her mouth when he's always considered himself anything but. Especially here, surrounded by people who can lift cars with one hand and regrow limbs with enough effort, and who have weathered far worse storms than him. He's just a guy, with strengths and flaws like anyone else, trying his best like everyone else.
And she's trying her best too, for which he's eternally grateful.
Now it's time for him to carefully roll the words over in his head, picking them out one by one and putting them together. But before he says anything he turns towards her first, reaching out with both hands to grip both of her hands in his.
If she wants him to look at her then he'll do that, starting right now. ]
There's nothing wrong with feeling that way. We're all only human, at the end of the day. [ Except for the people who aren't, but this ain't about them. ] You're allowed to feel happiness, anger, jealousy, excitement, sadness. I don't want you to feel like you need to suppress any of those while you're with me.
[ Don't be like him in this regard. ]
I can't promise I won't spend time with other people or other women [ when most of your friends are women....RIP ] but I can promise you that I'm not interested in any of them the same way I'm interested in you. I only want you, Ishmael.
[ She will always be the first person his gaze gravitates towards to in a room and also the last. ]
[ his earnest words feel unreal to her, like they're something off a romance novel or a movie. but his warm hands around hers and the city noise around them are real, and she's going to need a moment to process them while the flush on her cheek deepens, spreading down towards her neck and ears.
for a moment, she wishes she could take her word back about wanting him to look at her, because she can feel his gaze setting her on fire. having enough of that, she tugs his hands in towards her to wrap her arms around him, hiding her face on his shoulder. he's not usually this forthright with his emotions, so can you blame her for being overwhelmed... ]
You... always know what to say, don't you?
[ because it's exactly what she needed to hear, selfish as it is. ]
You still have to make up for it, you know. Not just with me.
[ march and izou deserves an explanation, too. or maybe a mere apology would suffice? either way, this is what she meant by being "too good". she was serious when she said that it's rare to meet anyone like him, like how he's serious when it comes to his own relationships.
she falls silent for a while as she recomposes herself, until she manages a barely audible: ] ...Thank you.
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He takes the first bit in stride because....well, she's right, he definitely deserved that. There really was no good explanation for his behavior and honestly he should probably go apologize to Izou (and also March) at some point after this. The second part has him turning his head towards her in surprise.
It shouldn't be surprising, not with how much it'd been featured as a theme during the various shows and as something that had cropped up every now and then in his own life, but it's strange to imagine it coming from Ishmael, who has always been confident and biting and self-assured in her opinions. But maybe it shouldn't be so strange, when the both of them are navigating through uncharted territory for the first time.
They step along a few feet more, Wriothesley silent as he turned her words over in his mind (yes, including cucked). ]
I'm sorry [ first and foremost ] for making you feel that way. If you felt [ no, he can't bring himself to say 'cucked' yet ] jealous, then I'm partly responsible for doing something that led to that reaction.
[ Another beat of silence. ]
I'm guessing you don't really want to feel that way again in the future. [ maybe she's secretly into ntr and he just hasn't picked up on it, who can say ]
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Wow, you figured it out. [ no, she can't be sarcastic for this. ] It's a horrible feeling so no, I don't. Trust me, I'm rarely this insecure, but...
[ hmm, how does she put this. she slows down until she comes to a stop as she mulls over the right words to say, her gaze averted from him. ]
You're... too good for me sometimes. No -- a lot of the time, really. Like I said before, a lot of people here do want you. How can I not feel threatened?
[ she breathes out a sigh. if the flush on her face is growing, it's probably just the weather. definitely. ]
Maybe at the end of the day... I just wanted you to look at me and only me. Is that so wrong?
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And she's trying her best too, for which he's eternally grateful.
Now it's time for him to carefully roll the words over in his head, picking them out one by one and putting them together. But before he says anything he turns towards her first, reaching out with both hands to grip both of her hands in his.
If she wants him to look at her then he'll do that, starting right now. ]
There's nothing wrong with feeling that way. We're all only human, at the end of the day. [ Except for the people who aren't, but this ain't about them. ] You're allowed to feel happiness, anger, jealousy, excitement, sadness. I don't want you to feel like you need to suppress any of those while you're with me.
[ Don't be like him in this regard. ]
I can't promise I won't spend time with other people or other women [ when most of your friends are women....RIP ] but I can promise you that I'm not interested in any of them the same way I'm interested in you. I only want you, Ishmael.
[ She will always be the first person his gaze gravitates towards to in a room and also the last. ]
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for a moment, she wishes she could take her word back about wanting him to look at her, because she can feel his gaze setting her on fire. having enough of that, she tugs his hands in towards her to wrap her arms around him, hiding her face on his shoulder. he's not usually this forthright with his emotions, so can you blame her for being overwhelmed... ]
You... always know what to say, don't you?
[ because it's exactly what she needed to hear, selfish as it is. ]
You still have to make up for it, you know. Not just with me.
[ march and izou deserves an explanation, too. or maybe a mere apology would suffice? either way, this is what she meant by being "too good". she was serious when she said that it's rare to meet anyone like him, like how he's serious when it comes to his own relationships.
she falls silent for a while as she recomposes herself, until she manages a barely audible: ] ...Thank you.