[Alas, it has been far too many years for Jill to remember any of the Duchy gossip. Besides, what she did hear flew mostly above her head at that age and didn't register. They are truly on their own here, but at least there are books to guide them in the proper direction.
And like magnets against metal, his coming close pulls Jill in until her forehead presses against his and she takes in a deep breath of Clive's essence, no longer carrying the scent of smoke and fire, but now of leather and ocean spray. It's still just as comforting as ever and Jill relishes in it greedily.]
As long as you do, I will hold nothing against you.
[That's really all Jill is asking of Clive. A try. If he stumbles, she will stumble with him. She will be there to pick up what pieces crash to the floor and help him put them back together. But he has to make the attempt and she has to stop making all the attempts on her own, at least according to the anonymous letters.
On the other side of the room, Torgal huffs and rises to his feet, stretching lightly before padding off into the bedroom. It's like he hears these two putting their fondness for one another into outspoken words and realizes it's time to give them some privacy.]
And I love you too. You will never lose me. This, I promise you.
[A heavy vow, indeed, but one she swears her life to.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
But this was his request, so he would do the work to gather what he could, and how to be a proper "boyfriend". ]
I'm not sure how others go about it. I don't know if there is a standard or if what I am doing is "proper" at all, but I mean to try.
[ Another light squeeze of her hand. This time he begins to lean in a bit closer, the spark of something nestled in his blue eyes. ]
The only thing I know for certain is that I love you, and I never want to lose you.
no subject
And like magnets against metal, his coming close pulls Jill in until her forehead presses against his and she takes in a deep breath of Clive's essence, no longer carrying the scent of smoke and fire, but now of leather and ocean spray. It's still just as comforting as ever and Jill relishes in it greedily.]
As long as you do, I will hold nothing against you.
[That's really all Jill is asking of Clive. A try. If he stumbles, she will stumble with him. She will be there to pick up what pieces crash to the floor and help him put them back together. But he has to make the attempt and she has to stop making all the attempts on her own, at least according to the anonymous letters.
On the other side of the room, Torgal huffs and rises to his feet, stretching lightly before padding off into the bedroom. It's like he hears these two putting their fondness for one another into outspoken words and realizes it's time to give them some privacy.]
And I love you too. You will never lose me. This, I promise you.
[A heavy vow, indeed, but one she swears her life to.]