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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]

I know, I was just clarifying.

[ pulls back a little to look at him. ]

... really nobody?

[mourningson]

You are the only one I have been courting.

[vitainmorte]

I mean-- that's different than wanting to-- to sleep with someone, isn't it?

[mourningson]

Are you asking me if there was anyone else I wanted to sleep with?

[vitainmorte]

Yes.

[ goes red, hesitating, but continues on ]

My relationship with Silfda is one thing, but-- up until very... very recently it was... mostly, um, sexual? If there was someone you wanted to... do those things with, I wouldn't deny you. It... that sort of thing requires... some measure of trust, for me, but I wouldn't hold you to the same sort of rules. And I don't want to stop you from... pursuing whatever relationships with other people would satisfy you, either.

[ ... and looks away, awkwardly, more than a little self-conscious. ]

... on top of that I don't-- know if I'm, um. Able to satisfy someone, like that? S... so I wouldn't want to... disappoint you.

[mourningson]

If I am to allow myself to be frank?

This is the only time I have ever been interested in another person.

[vitainmorte]

[ legitimately surprised ]

... ever? I--

Why me?

[mourningson]

I don't know. But, I suppose I look forward to continuing courting you.

[vitainmorte]

[ silent for a moment, bright red.

but takes a hand back, settled softly against his cheek. ]

I said I wanted this. ... I want to be yours.

[mourningson]

From what it sounds, you won't be mine. You'll be "mine and Sashay's."

You two have something so complicated that you bring it up in the talks of a relationship.

[vitainmorte]

[ frustrated, tugging lightly on his hair. ]

No-- I'm not even Silfda's to begin with. But I said I wouldn't... do those things with her, anymore. Because I want this.

It's complicated for me because I don't--

[ hesitates, settling her hands on his shoulders again, her voice a little tight-- thick? like she's kind of trying to hold in tears or something. ]

She-- said she... loved me. Not the way she says it to anyone, but-- the way that... matters, and I-- nobody's-- I've... I don't think anybody's ever said that to me before. I don't even know if I'm capable of... loving someone. Even if I wanted to, I don't know if I can... give her that.

... but I want-- to try. With you.

[mourningson]

[takes a moment, averting his gaze]

What does this mean?

[vitainmorte]

How-- many times do I have to say I want to be yours before you'll believe me?

[mourningson]

Why would you bring up Sashay?

[vitainmorte]

[ listen. this is a lot of feelings. she pulls an arm back to rub at her eyes, doing her best to keep her voice level. ]

Because I-- I thought-- you should know, if she loves me. She's important to me, just-- not in the same way you are.

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[mourningson]

[mourningson]

...fine. Let's try this, Cypress.

[vitainmorte]

[ yeah no,

instantly clings to him, limp with relief, burying her face in the fluff of his cloak, voice a little shaky. ]

S-sorry-- sorry, thank you-- sorry--

[mourningson]

[tightens his embrace around her, sighing--in relief]

I do not understand these apologies or appreciations, but if you have more tears to shed do go ahead and let it out.

[vitainmorte]

[ shakes her head, but doesn't remove her face, just taking a deep breath to try and steady herself. ]

[mourningson]

[returns to idly tracing circles on her back, Not Sure How To Deal With Anything Happening Right Now]

Do you need something to eat or drink? I was thinking of making food.

[vitainmorte]

[ seems to calm under the petting, like, soothing a dog. good job sunny.

eventually she pulls back, eyes a little red but otherwise doesn't seem much like she cried at all, if not for her being a bit quieter than usual. ]

If... if it's okay, with you--? I don't want to overstay my welcome.

[mourningson]

It's okay with me. Any preferences? Otherwise I will simply make whatever is available in the refrigerator.

[vitainmorte]

N-- no, anything you want is fine.

[ a little dazed actually, what. ]

[mourningson]

I have no such preferences.

[standing up from the bed, pulling off his overcoat because at least he has half a mind to know he shouldn't prepare to cook in this]

I often never any, of course.