[If he ever asks her about it, doubtful as it is, she'll readily admit to it taking time and work. Fie's always had some level of comfort with herself, but never to the degree she possesses now. It's been a sort of journey on its own. Maybe, during this unlikely talk, she might open up about some personal feelings she still has and how she views herself on a personal level. How she knows she'll always rub some people the wrong way, how she knows she'll end up liking people who won't like her, how she's very much an acquired taste who won't blame anyone feeling whatever way they do about her. And how she knows it'll lead to heartache in time, but when it doesn't, it's all very much worth no compromising.
Maybe some day.
But not now. Fie takes some of that emotional confidence with a smile of her own when he mentions her tailed affection of the previous month. It's nothing hard to admit to after all.]
You two were there when I needed you. I appreciated that. Still do.
[Claiming she likes her some good old B&E doesn't elicit an objection, the closest to an admission he'll get right about now. Well, that and the gleam in her eye when he makes the claim. She nods, sitting up as well, and taking his hand when it's offered. Hers is naturally smaller than his, but still warm, a sharp contrast to his colder, rougher palm.
When she stands, the long overcoat slides to the ground leaving Fie in her pajamas again. She picks it up and puts it on properly, the bottom brushing the back of her calves. It's almost comical how she looks in it, something she refuses to acknowledge right now.]
Sounds like fun to me. [And off she goes to the back door.]
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Maybe some day.
But not now. Fie takes some of that emotional confidence with a smile of her own when he mentions her tailed affection of the previous month. It's nothing hard to admit to after all.]
You two were there when I needed you. I appreciated that. Still do.
[Claiming she likes her some good old B&E doesn't elicit an objection, the closest to an admission he'll get right about now. Well, that and the gleam in her eye when he makes the claim. She nods, sitting up as well, and taking his hand when it's offered. Hers is naturally smaller than his, but still warm, a sharp contrast to his colder, rougher palm.
When she stands, the long overcoat slides to the ground leaving Fie in her pajamas again. She picks it up and puts it on properly, the bottom brushing the back of her calves. It's almost comical how she looks in it, something she refuses to acknowledge right now.]
Sounds like fun to me. [And off she goes to the back door.]