[ The kiss, while so simple in its act, still manages to form a tightness in Clive's chest. He feels so breathless around her, yet her words did cause him to pause momentarily as the flames in his heart ignited. ]
Jill. [ He begins, eyes peeling towards her with an almost halfway shocked expression.
They had very little talked of their appearances during their adult lives (childhood, yes, given the standard they were forced to keep within the Duchy) but to hear her mention her looks now causes Clive to frown in the slightest. ]
Your appearances matters little to me. You're beautiful and always have been. [ His words are sincere and always honest. Never clouding or beating around the bush. But had this been something she was worried about?
It's enough to compel himself to work halfway on the continued combing her hair out with his free hand, allowing the strands to slide easily through his fingertips. He'll even take the opportunity as the gray strands made their way down, to lift them to his own lips and give them a gentle kiss. ]
To what ease you decide for your hair is up to you. I've grown rather accustomed to this look, though.
[There's a tinge of seriousness in the way he says her name that gives Jill pause, especially with the frown that accompanies it. She didn't think she said anything offensive, just airing an idle thought that has come to her more than once in the last couple of weeks.
But was she worried about her appearance? In a superficial way, yes. She didn't like looking less than put together, especially in public, when she now had the time to take for herself. But anything deeper than that, Jill has never ruminated on. She has much more serious faults to reflect on. Those are what made her feel ugly, not her facial features or her hair.
But his words have her thinking less about the compliment he pays her (and one that is always appreciated coming from his mouth) and more about how Clive is dangerously close to making a breakthrough.]
So you have a preference, then?
[It's a little push, for him to say that he likes something one way over another. That he wanted something just the way he wanted it. Jill knows Clive has a hard time considering what he wants over everybody else's desires and whenever he approaches saying so, she always wants to encourage him. Right now is no different.]
[ The words caught him into a bit of silence. Eyes widening and a curious look casted in Jill's direction, the man was left with his mouth open slightly agape.
He was at liberty to give his preferences, but there was always apart of him that struggled to ever verbalize. Jill had lied the trap out before him, and Clive had fallen right in. ]
I— [ Founder, his face was heating up quite a bit. The aether stirred wildly in his chest, causing his own body to emit a sudden warmth on his skin as he turned his eyes briefly back to her hair. ] —I suppose I do.
[Something in her own aether churns as well, and she places her good hand on his chest, hoping to calm him down. The heat of his skin is braced by the coolness of hers and the contrast reminds her of how different they are while being the same as Dominants of a greater power.]
Then I shall let it be. You deserve to have what you desire as well.
[Not that Jill is the type to ignore her own wants for a man, but sometimes, there's little sense in doing something against what Clive wants. He's been denied so much for so long that something as inconsequential as her hairstyle is nothing to throw a battle over.
A soft and light rub to his chest and Jill is chuckling softly at the image of them standing in her kitchen, growing closer over the messy mop on her head. Any more fooling around then they'll miss the best picks of the shops.]
Now, if we're done conversing about hair, perhaps we can get to the market before it closes for the day?
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Jill. [ He begins, eyes peeling towards her with an almost halfway shocked expression.
They had very little talked of their appearances during their adult lives (childhood, yes, given the standard they were forced to keep within the Duchy) but to hear her mention her looks now causes Clive to frown in the slightest. ]
Your appearances matters little to me. You're beautiful and always have been. [ His words are sincere and always honest. Never clouding or beating around the bush. But had this been something she was worried about?
It's enough to compel himself to work halfway on the continued combing her hair out with his free hand, allowing the strands to slide easily through his fingertips. He'll even take the opportunity as the gray strands made their way down, to lift them to his own lips and give them a gentle kiss. ]
To what ease you decide for your hair is up to you. I've grown rather accustomed to this look, though.
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But was she worried about her appearance? In a superficial way, yes. She didn't like looking less than put together, especially in public, when she now had the time to take for herself. But anything deeper than that, Jill has never ruminated on. She has much more serious faults to reflect on. Those are what made her feel ugly, not her facial features or her hair.
But his words have her thinking less about the compliment he pays her (and one that is always appreciated coming from his mouth) and more about how Clive is dangerously close to making a breakthrough.]
So you have a preference, then?
[It's a little push, for him to say that he likes something one way over another. That he wanted something just the way he wanted it. Jill knows Clive has a hard time considering what he wants over everybody else's desires and whenever he approaches saying so, she always wants to encourage him. Right now is no different.]
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He was at liberty to give his preferences, but there was always apart of him that struggled to ever verbalize. Jill had lied the trap out before him, and Clive had fallen right in. ]
I— [ Founder, his face was heating up quite a bit. The aether stirred wildly in his chest, causing his own body to emit a sudden warmth on his skin as he turned his eyes briefly back to her hair. ] —I suppose I do.
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Then I shall let it be. You deserve to have what you desire as well.
[Not that Jill is the type to ignore her own wants for a man, but sometimes, there's little sense in doing something against what Clive wants. He's been denied so much for so long that something as inconsequential as her hairstyle is nothing to throw a battle over.
A soft and light rub to his chest and Jill is chuckling softly at the image of them standing in her kitchen, growing closer over the messy mop on her head. Any more fooling around then they'll miss the best picks of the shops.]
Now, if we're done conversing about hair, perhaps we can get to the market before it closes for the day?