“I did,” she says, instantly and without even a hint of shame. “I'm not a gentleman.”
The first time they'd met, Stephen Strange is an attractive man had been a fact she had catalogued about him, not dispassionate exactly but just: something that had not seemed relevant to her. A thing of which she had an awareness, but not something she'd imagined thinking at beyond the way she sort of always wonders what someone is like, romantically, in an almost— anthropological sense. She thinks about these things. She has theories. It's a function of meeting people, mostly,
so tall, dark and handsome had just been the sort of thing she observed, added to a list of other observations and weighted the same as things like sort of talks like a dwarf and takes correction fairly well, actually. It isn't as if most of the men and women she's spent the bulk of the past decade keeping company with haven't been shockingly attractive; there are a lot of people, even only in Riftwatch, who she has thought I can see it about and never anything else, anything more. Alexandrie is exquisite and it would simply never happen.
On that beach that didn't exist, she'd looked. She'd even imagined—
but she'd been conscious, then, of not wanting to jeopardise a friendship for the sake of something fleeting and physical. She'd known that she hadn't wanted the fleeting, physical thing she'd imagined it would be, and she'd been confident that she was finished with wanting more than that, too.
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The first time they'd met, Stephen Strange is an attractive man had been a fact she had catalogued about him, not dispassionate exactly but just: something that had not seemed relevant to her. A thing of which she had an awareness, but not something she'd imagined thinking at beyond the way she sort of always wonders what someone is like, romantically, in an almost— anthropological sense. She thinks about these things. She has theories. It's a function of meeting people, mostly,
so tall, dark and handsome had just been the sort of thing she observed, added to a list of other observations and weighted the same as things like sort of talks like a dwarf and takes correction fairly well, actually. It isn't as if most of the men and women she's spent the bulk of the past decade keeping company with haven't been shockingly attractive; there are a lot of people, even only in Riftwatch, who she has thought I can see it about and never anything else, anything more. Alexandrie is exquisite and it would simply never happen.
On that beach that didn't exist, she'd looked. She'd even imagined—
but she'd been conscious, then, of not wanting to jeopardise a friendship for the sake of something fleeting and physical. She'd known that she hadn't wanted the fleeting, physical thing she'd imagined it would be, and she'd been confident that she was finished with wanting more than that, too.
There are worse things she's been wrong about.