He doesn't immediately give in, though he wants to. Maker, he wants to. It's in him to just stand up and go with her, let himself be pulled in. Forget what she's said, what's out there waiting for them, to raze this peace and spoil it all. They've had it for years, and it's been long enough and good enough that he's been able to pretend it could be forever.
The chill of it keeps him where he is a moment longer, sitting on the bench, ready to go off and start, prepare, do what he can to keep this at bay. Like he can build a barricade to protect them.
"You're good at this," he says. And it's a compliment. She always has been. Two things at once--two faces, even if she's got a true one underneath somewhere--never ruled by immediate passion but possessed of some tranquility even when she's at her angriest. It's a center that can't be broken, no matter what. And Darras is her opposite, volcanic and seething and itching to do something.
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The chill of it keeps him where he is a moment longer, sitting on the bench, ready to go off and start, prepare, do what he can to keep this at bay. Like he can build a barricade to protect them.
"You're good at this," he says. And it's a compliment. She always has been. Two things at once--two faces, even if she's got a true one underneath somewhere--never ruled by immediate passion but possessed of some tranquility even when she's at her angriest. It's a center that can't be broken, no matter what. And Darras is her opposite, volcanic and seething and itching to do something.