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[vitainmorte]

Hello, this is Cypress. If you leave me a message I will get back to you as quickly as possible.

Thank you, have a good day.

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[vitainmorte]

[ finally looks back up at him, brow knitted in worry. ]

I, um. I am... sorry. To push on this, specifically. But if... you could, I-- it would ease my mind, quite a bit.

[ a pause, before continuing, quieter; ]

... I really did think you didn't like kissing, or anything like that.

[mourningson]

[DEEP BREATH]

No, I enjoy it...

[vitainmorte]

[ cute...

smiles, despite herself, and slowly pushes herself up out of the chair to cross over to stand in front of him, holding her hands out. ]

... can I?

[mourningson]

[nnnnods, taking her hands]

[vitainmorte]

[ squeezes his hands, gently.

then slides her hands out of his, so she can reach up and cup his jaw, gently kissing his cheek. ]

[mourningson]

[


he wasn't expecting anything that sweet or tender]

...you really do treat me too kindly, Cypress.

[vitainmorte]

[ another small, soft kiss, before she leans forward to curl her arms around him and hug. ]

... I really like you.

[mourningson]

[his reddens, and he can't make eye contact; he begins to raise his arms but stops himself, he's dying squirtle]

You're so kind and deserve so much better.

[vitainmorte]

[ buries her face against his hair. ]

I think I want you.

[mourningson]

[he's going to die he didn't prepare this he doesn't even have a will

he ssslowly lifts his arms to finally wind them around her waist]

Why doesn't any of this scare you?

[vitainmorte]

[ just stays there, then, huddled up against him and absorbing his warmth. ]

I am-- scared. Of course I'm scared. But I-- maybe I want it enough to try anyway.

[mourningson]

Even if it leaves you vulnerable?

[vitainmorte]

... I think... lots of things... can do that. Will do that. Even if I don't want them to. But it... makes me feel nice, so I want to try.

[ more embarrassed not, squeezing tighter and hiding her face ]

Letting you-- touch me, and see me, w-would leave me vulnerable, too, but mmmm.... m-maybe I do want to try it...

[mourningson]

[that gives him chills; absentmindedly tracing circles on the small of her back]

You are the one who told me that sex required trust. But, is this just about sex, or is it about... a relationship?

[wit 0]

[vitainmorte]

[ speaking of chills; she shivers, lightly, at the touch. but. ]

... both?

[mourningson]

[okay okay okay okokok okkkkkkk]

What would be the... difference between a relationship and our courtship now? Is there any true significance?

[vitainmorte]

... I-- don't know. Isn't a courtship just... the old-fashioned way of dating, anyway?

[ a pause, relaxing slightly to rest her chin on his shoulder. ]

If-- if we... you know, do it, then isn't-- that's beyond courtship already, isn't it...? Um. ... it doesn't have to be different, if you don't want, I think. We don't have to be... dating, or-- you don't have to call me your girlfriend, or anything like that.

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[mourningson]

No difference, then. Allow me to make a suggestion. If we enter a relationship--

[mourningson]

[tightens his arm around her]

--I want you to be mine, and mine alone.

[vitainmorte]

[ her breath catches.

and she's. frozen, for a long moment, face hot-- but. ]

C... could I ask you for-- one concession?

[mourningson]

And that is...?

[vitainmorte]

... my relationship with Silfda is... complicated... but-- she.

[ a pause, clearly embarrassed; her fingers tighten slightly in the fabric of his cloak. ]

She was the first one I ever-- ... did... anything with. And... her feelings-- and mine--

... sorry, I-- I don't know how to explain it, but I don't want to-- to... seem like I'm abandoning her.

[mourningson]

I see.

[his voice levels out]

It remains a courtship, then.

[vitainmorte]

[ ... whines, a little; just a barely frustrated noise in her throat, burying her face against him. ]

N... no. No, I want this.

I want to try.

[mourningson]

[maybe he does sound disappointed]

But it's unbalanced, Cypress. How am I to reserve my attention for you exclusively, when you're sharing your own with Sashay?