[The word comes out before France could even finish the second question and he falters when that second question registers.] I. ... Oh please, this isn't a measure of my feelings alone, you could answer that question just as much as I could! [Unable to have his liquor, he reaches for the wine again and pours another glass for himself, wanting to down it but not wanting to look like a heathen in France's eyes.
France's eyes, incidentally, are the next subject of his attentions. That's the moment.] My answer wouldn't be different from yours, if that thing is correct.
[He finally moves to sit down, resting his elbows on his own thighs as he sips more.] You realize when my empress sent that vulgar letter to you under my name I stopped breathing. I had to be revived. I don't know about you but that's the level of cognitive dissonance I'm dealing with right now. [Another gulp.]
But it was... so very long ago. I'm angry. Bitter, rather, that circumstances back home never allowed us... there were too many outside forces working against even considering...
[That word.
There's a small sigh and Austria sits back and carefully leans his head towards France; he'd nuzzle close if there weren't antlers in the way. His wing stretches out more deliberately than before, brushing France's shoulders.] But I never forgot that night in the garden. How you read my desires like a book and understood, and of course it couldn't last but I never forgot it, we were so young...
[His pulse is quickening thinking of it, and he glances at the moon and re-centers himself. He can't afford to lose this conversation to a spell of lust, and he calls on the other facets within himself that the Iris moon draws forth from him: affection, protectiveness.]
I missed having you. I don't want to let go of that.
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[The word comes out before France could even finish the second question and he falters when that second question registers.] I. ... Oh please, this isn't a measure of my feelings alone, you could answer that question just as much as I could! [Unable to have his liquor, he reaches for the wine again and pours another glass for himself, wanting to down it but not wanting to look like a heathen in France's eyes.
France's eyes, incidentally, are the next subject of his attentions. That's the moment.] My answer wouldn't be different from yours, if that thing is correct.
[He finally moves to sit down, resting his elbows on his own thighs as he sips more.] You realize when my empress sent that vulgar letter to you under my name I stopped breathing. I had to be revived. I don't know about you but that's the level of cognitive dissonance I'm dealing with right now. [Another gulp.]
But it was... so very long ago. I'm angry. Bitter, rather, that circumstances back home never allowed us... there were too many outside forces working against even considering...
[That word.
There's a small sigh and Austria sits back and carefully leans his head towards France; he'd nuzzle close if there weren't antlers in the way. His wing stretches out more deliberately than before, brushing France's shoulders.] But I never forgot that night in the garden. How you read my desires like a book and understood, and of course it couldn't last but I never forgot it, we were so young...
[His pulse is quickening thinking of it, and he glances at the moon and re-centers himself. He can't afford to lose this conversation to a spell of lust, and he calls on the other facets within himself that the Iris moon draws forth from him: affection, protectiveness.]
I missed having you. I don't want to let go of that.