I lend everyone my ear, but nobody my heart
and I sure would like to change that, but I don't know where to start
and I sure would like to change that, but I don't know where to start
She hums quietly, not knowing what to say to that, because she isn't sure if they are different mistakes. But she can tell he is trying to impart humor and levity amidst a difficult conversation, so she obligingly snorts and provides a small smile. "Well, I suppose the not knowing is a positive clue." Or so she will continue to hope.
"It's all he has been most of his life, so I assume so." Whether that changes over the years can only be seen - but is she willing to wait? How much does she value ambition in a partner these days? When she herself has contented herself in her position, is it even fair to require it of someone else? "I enjoy spending time with him, but I feel he treats me like glass. Like someone to protect." And, while she'd certainly taken comfort from him in the spa and been grateful for how readily he'd provided it, she isn't sure that's a sentiment she enjoys plentifully. But, again, where is the balance? "How can I be sure he'll hold my heart gently, but know to respect and acknowledge my strength?" Moments later she blows a raspberry and rolls her eyes. "The answer is to just keep letting things unfold, I'm sure. Which I despise." Impatient as ever, she wants the answers now. "It does not help that I feel I can't rely on him in turn." The nicest way she can call him weak without actively using the words.
Holstering her slingshot, no longer feeling the desire for violence when she can watch Deimos instigate on his own, Hotaru turns instead to search his face in silence. "I can promise I will try. With as much intent and wariness as I can provide." Anything else is a vow waiting to be broken, one she would never risk making.
"It's all he has been most of his life, so I assume so." Whether that changes over the years can only be seen - but is she willing to wait? How much does she value ambition in a partner these days? When she herself has contented herself in her position, is it even fair to require it of someone else? "I enjoy spending time with him, but I feel he treats me like glass. Like someone to protect." And, while she'd certainly taken comfort from him in the spa and been grateful for how readily he'd provided it, she isn't sure that's a sentiment she enjoys plentifully. But, again, where is the balance? "How can I be sure he'll hold my heart gently, but know to respect and acknowledge my strength?" Moments later she blows a raspberry and rolls her eyes. "The answer is to just keep letting things unfold, I'm sure. Which I despise." Impatient as ever, she wants the answers now. "It does not help that I feel I can't rely on him in turn." The nicest way she can call him weak without actively using the words.
Holstering her slingshot, no longer feeling the desire for violence when she can watch Deimos instigate on his own, Hotaru turns instead to search his face in silence. "I can promise I will try. With as much intent and wariness as I can provide." Anything else is a vow waiting to be broken, one she would never risk making.
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