( she presses his crystal back into his hands; rises up on her toes and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, not thrilled about this but not unhappy enough to hold onto it when their time together is limited and seeing him off in anger would be—
just like them, if she's honest, but not preferable. and, well.
her father tried to have him fucking killed. they are both bringing complicated family to the table, here. she knows. )
I told you they wouldn't like it, ( she murmurs, touching his arm. ) You tread carefully.
( will he? will he fuck, probably, but she's spent most of their relationship giving him warnings he's ignored, and vice versa, so that's as may be. she's not leaving, because it's her bedroom, but she will allow them the illusion of privacy while she attends to her dressing instead of, as she'd briefly been tempted to do, immediately having a maid informed they did not need to set a place for provost thranduil after all. )
[ he exhales, shakes his head so slightly that it is as if he supposes beleth could see such a thing, even when half the city away. his fingers brush at the curve of her hip before she can get out of his reach, and he retreats to the far corner of the room, as much distance as he can manage between them for beleth's sake.
he has made things more difficult for himself, he knows this, but he must account for the soul at the center of his plans. ]
[ She's not sure how to feel, exactly. It's a lot to process--and she's not sure which part of it is the hardest. It would be best, she thinks, to give it more time before offering any official opinion. ]
Would it be too much trouble to ask you if we could continue discussing this the next time you're in the Gallows? You could come over to my room for lunch.
[ Better to meet him in person, anyway. Both to face him, and to ensure that she doesn't have any surprise participants in the conversation, again. ]
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( she presses his crystal back into his hands; rises up on her toes and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, not thrilled about this but not unhappy enough to hold onto it when their time together is limited and seeing him off in anger would be—
just like them, if she's honest, but not preferable. and, well.
her father tried to have him fucking killed. they are both bringing complicated family to the table, here. she knows. )
I told you they wouldn't like it, ( she murmurs, touching his arm. ) You tread carefully.
( will he? will he fuck, probably, but she's spent most of their relationship giving him warnings he's ignored, and vice versa, so that's as may be. she's not leaving, because it's her bedroom, but she will allow them the illusion of privacy while she attends to her dressing instead of, as she'd briefly been tempted to do, immediately having a maid informed they did not need to set a place for provost thranduil after all. )
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he has made things more difficult for himself, he knows this, but he must account for the soul at the center of his plans. ]
Beleth, [ gently. ] I am here.
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Would it be too much trouble to ask you if we could continue discussing this the next time you're in the Gallows? You could come over to my room for lunch.
[ Better to meet him in person, anyway. Both to face him, and to ensure that she doesn't have any surprise participants in the conversation, again. ]
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