[If it had come from anyone other than Gwenaëlle there possibly wouldn't have been enough salt for her to take that with until she keeps going.
And going.
Araceli knows she's soft. Knows that beneath whatever masks she's had to put on for Thedas that she's never made herself hard, has never desired to betray herself that way; it leads to hurting worse after but here and now she has to swallow, hand pressed tight to her mouth when the words won't come, eyes burning. Of all the times she thinks but perhaps, well perhaps she needs it.
It takes a long moment for her to find a voice level enough to speak, to keep the raw wet note out of it best she can. (Doesn't quite manage it, doesn't find it in her to care, this is trying, this has all hurt, and this hurts in a better way, a good way.)]
There might be far more of us through rifts but if anything were to happen to us, there would always be you. Something to cast the eye on next. [Templars and Mages perhaps dealt with by the Inquisition, their gaze turns to the rifters, what else is on the list for them to work through?]
I've worked hard here. [Well she's not going to disagree, this is private, she doesn't need to try to jokingly deflect a compliment so as to not look as if she's rising above her station.] I've made myself a life that I enjoy. With someone I love. With friends. I'm trying to lay this out flat to consider as many ways in and out as I can, stepping back to breathe; if you say Thranduil is doing the same, that there's someone else to speak with then I can do that.
[As she wrestles with herself, the honesty that's been given thus far. Would it help to lay her cards on the table here and now even just between them for the moment?
She laughs, the sort of hiccuping thing that hurts when it comes out of her chest with the tears but it's good. It's out. It isn't snarling up in her head and her heart to take to bed with her into the bitter hours of the morning.] Yes. Yes it makes sense, I-- gracias, this means a great deal today, from you. I'm grateful to have you in my life to be able to speak so plainly so I can see things before me again. To have a plan.
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And going.
Araceli knows she's soft. Knows that beneath whatever masks she's had to put on for Thedas that she's never made herself hard, has never desired to betray herself that way; it leads to hurting worse after but here and now she has to swallow, hand pressed tight to her mouth when the words won't come, eyes burning. Of all the times she thinks but perhaps, well perhaps she needs it.
It takes a long moment for her to find a voice level enough to speak, to keep the raw wet note out of it best she can. (Doesn't quite manage it, doesn't find it in her to care, this is trying, this has all hurt, and this hurts in a better way, a good way.)]
There might be far more of us through rifts but if anything were to happen to us, there would always be you. Something to cast the eye on next. [Templars and Mages perhaps dealt with by the Inquisition, their gaze turns to the rifters, what else is on the list for them to work through?]
I've worked hard here. [Well she's not going to disagree, this is private, she doesn't need to try to jokingly deflect a compliment so as to not look as if she's rising above her station.] I've made myself a life that I enjoy. With someone I love. With friends. I'm trying to lay this out flat to consider as many ways in and out as I can, stepping back to breathe; if you say Thranduil is doing the same, that there's someone else to speak with then I can do that.
[As she wrestles with herself, the honesty that's been given thus far. Would it help to lay her cards on the table here and now even just between them for the moment?
She laughs, the sort of hiccuping thing that hurts when it comes out of her chest with the tears but it's good. It's out. It isn't snarling up in her head and her heart to take to bed with her into the bitter hours of the morning.] Yes. Yes it makes sense, I-- gracias, this means a great deal today, from you. I'm grateful to have you in my life to be able to speak so plainly so I can see things before me again. To have a plan.