{se} I need a cure, prescribe a drug

Soleil

I was born a lover
And I will die that way

Where most might pry, Soleil merely takes Edmund’s revelation at face value. Considering her own adventurous spirit, there might not be a particularly interesting story even if she did pry. Not that she isn’t still curious - but his fluster and embarrassment is far more entertaining material, and it’s already right there.

“Eh, you’ve got time!” Her bright response is simultaneously reassuring and flippant. “But dates don’t have to be a big deal right away. I mean, I think you’re cute, but I don’t know you very much, right?” Soleil gestures with loose, natural grace at the bar they’re sitting at, the way their bodies are turned toward each other to converse easily. “So a date would be like this for me - seeing if we jive past the surface, yeah?” Her warm smile is encouraging. He can be as romantic and straight-laced as he wants, but having gone one a few basic dates herself, she hopes he doesn’t end up discouraged if he comes across someone who wants to take a more casual entry route to love.

Still, it’s clear he’s a little uncomfortable with the topic. It’s a bit sad to her really, but he’s not the first she has seen struggle with discomfort over something Soleil finds incredibly natural. Then again, for all his dread at the idea of Sol dating, her father had always been upfront and open to answering any of Soleil’s million questions. No topic has ever been taboo or ‘unseemly to talk about’.

Letting him change the topic at his leisure, Soleil bites her lip and narrows her eyes contemplatively at her journal. “Hmm, true, I’ll add that. But I was thinking more…things I can live without in a survival sense, but things I can’t live without in a self-fulfilling way.” As a lover of casual speech, sometimes Sol can come off as shallow and simple, but given the knees she’d been raised at in Halo she can easily switch modes. “Mostly I’m trying to figure out a way to carry my family with me without risking losing or breaking something sentimental. So I was thinking a locket?” With either their portraits or perhaps even a lock of hair?

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