Perhaps, [he says, not believing her toying with him for such an end to be even a remote possibility. Even if Ozymandias doubted the sincerity of her feelings or suspected an ulterior motive, he doesn't think Caren would ever be so foolish as to betray him in such a manner. There is far too much for her to gain that such a decision would be throwing all away. And yet, regardless of whether or not it is pure fantasy, it is one that he would willingly succumb to without a second thought.] But I would prefer to trust you far too much and be a made fool of than to deny what I feel for you. I shall gladly risk my heart whether that is to be for your amusement or not.
Like the romantic you are. You would do that, wouldn't you?
[She could. She really could betray him, and there would be a part of her that would enjoy it...enjoy the hurt she inflicted on him, on herself. Her father would have, in her position. He would have bit Ozymandias' heart like a fruit, just to see the look of horror and despair.
It's a struggle, since there's always a part of her that wants to do that, just to feel...something stronger then a passing amusement.
Not here. Not now. She sighed quietly, and moved her hand up slow, careful, so she could cup his cheek against her hand. He always felt so warm, comforting, even when she could use a break from heat.]
Perhaps there's some merit to such a risk. So- what shall we do, since we've reconciled?
[The touch to his cheek is a welcomed one. Ozymandias' head tips slightly in its direction before he turns his head slightly to kiss at her wrist.]
We have a great deal of time to make up for. [Something he would probably declare even if she had only been absent for a day or two. The next he says more playfully.] And I have perhaps a great deal more to atone for. I think it is perhaps only fair that you ought to decide how exactly it is that I make my amends to you.
[She says it, all too amused with his declaration. He'd likely feel that way if she had been avoiding him for five minutes, let alone a day. While there's a lot in him that's catlike, he's more like a dog in how he pines for those he adores at the drop of a hat.
Not that she needs to tell him that. He knows it, she knows it, right now it's about gentle flirtation that they do so well when they're alone.]
And if I said it was something on the lines of giving you orders for a little while? Just you and I?
[She wasn't going to force him to do something he wasn't comfortable with. This is more for play than to actually atone. He had no way of knowing of what would happen, of what was going through her mind.]
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Listen, sometimes INT is a dump stat...]Perhaps, [he says, not believing her toying with him for such an end to be even a remote possibility. Even if Ozymandias doubted the sincerity of her feelings or suspected an ulterior motive, he doesn't think Caren would ever be so foolish as to betray him in such a manner. There is far too much for her to gain that such a decision would be throwing all away. And yet, regardless of whether or not it is pure fantasy, it is one that he would willingly succumb to without a second thought.] But I would prefer to trust you far too much and be a made fool of than to deny what I feel for you. I shall gladly risk my heart whether that is to be for your amusement or not.
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And sometimes they max out on charisma early...]Like the romantic you are. You would do that, wouldn't you?
[She could. She really could betray him, and there would be a part of her that would enjoy it...enjoy the hurt she inflicted on him, on herself. Her father would have, in her position. He would have bit Ozymandias' heart like a fruit, just to see the look of horror and despair.
It's a struggle, since there's always a part of her that wants to do that, just to feel...something stronger then a passing amusement.
Not here. Not now. She sighed quietly, and moved her hand up slow, careful, so she could cup his cheek against her hand. He always felt so warm, comforting, even when she could use a break from heat.]
Perhaps there's some merit to such a risk. So- what shall we do, since we've reconciled?
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Don't judge. It's worked for him well so far.][The touch to his cheek is a welcomed one. Ozymandias' head tips slightly in its direction before he turns his head slightly to kiss at her wrist.]
We have a great deal of time to make up for. [Something he would probably declare even if she had only been absent for a day or two. The next he says more playfully.] And I have perhaps a great deal more to atone for. I think it is perhaps only fair that you ought to decide how exactly it is that I make my amends to you.
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This is why he's a bard]Do we?
[She says it, all too amused with his declaration. He'd likely feel that way if she had been avoiding him for five minutes, let alone a day. While there's a lot in him that's catlike, he's more like a dog in how he pines for those he adores at the drop of a hat.
Not that she needs to tell him that. He knows it, she knows it, right now it's about gentle flirtation that they do so well when they're alone.]
And if I said it was something on the lines of giving you orders for a little while? Just you and I?
[She wasn't going to force him to do something he wasn't comfortable with. This is more for play than to actually atone. He had no way of knowing of what would happen, of what was going through her mind.]