she’s sick to death of being called a crone, a bat, a wench… youthful is an excellent compliment, and she picks up one of the oranges from his fruit bowl to dig in now that her mood has returned. ]
I’m close to nine hundred, you know. And still, the heart of a maiden…
Oh. Yes, certainly. [This, above all else, is the most shocking thing he's learned!! Nine hundred! He can hardly comprehend the length of a hundred years, let alone nine...
[ she can’t help herself. it’s unladylike to laugh out loud like that, but he just seems so shocked—it’s flattering, honestly, that he would think she’s anything less than a thousand years old. ]
You’re practically a baby. But I suppose for a mortal, you’re in your prime, aren’t you?
Something like that. The age young people are meant to formally enter society is around fifteen, so by that standard I'm already approaching middle age.
[At heart he's 85, so really, it doesn't matter at all.]
[Wow..... Reim may be the type to literally write down his Marriage Plans without shame, but even he thinks this is a rude question with all of its implications.]
My work keeps me very busy. Sometimes, there's extensive travel...
[HMM... He's somehow collected another pushy and dangerous person, and eating this orange slice feels like acknowledging this is his life now. Sigh. He takes it, anyway.]
Well, thank you for that. I'm used to keeping that kind of thing to myself, so you won't have to endure any dramatic overtures.
[just don't look in his marriage journal and it will be fine.]
Hmm. Yes. [It's kind of a surprise, but he's a big enough person to admit this instead of being petty for pettiness' sake. You're welcome.] This has been educational.
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[ because she killed most of them! the vague, ominous statement is probably sign enough of that, even if it doesn’t quite make sense. ]
With any luck, I’m one of the only ones left.
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Ah- alright. [.....] You're very youthful for someone over four hundred years old.
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she’s sick to death of being called a crone, a bat, a wench… youthful is an excellent compliment, and she picks up one of the oranges from his fruit bowl to dig in now that her mood has returned. ]
I’m close to nine hundred, you know. And still, the heart of a maiden…
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Oh. Yes, certainly. [This, above all else, is the most shocking thing he's learned!! Nine hundred! He can hardly comprehend the length of a hundred years, let alone nine...
So he comes up with,] I'm twenty-six.
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[ she can’t help herself. it’s unladylike to laugh out loud like that, but he just seems so shocked—it’s flattering, honestly, that he would think she’s anything less than a thousand years old. ]
You’re practically a baby. But I suppose for a mortal, you’re in your prime, aren’t you?
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Something like that. The age young people are meant to formally enter society is around fifteen, so by that standard I'm already approaching middle age.
[At heart he's 85, so really, it doesn't matter at all.]
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[ it’s not like sierra is married either, and because she can’t see into the future, she doesn’t plan on it happening any time soon. ]
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My work keeps me very busy. Sometimes, there's extensive travel...
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[ tfw you pre-date the current calendar ]
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That isn't— [huff!!] Not that it's any of your business, but that isn't... something I would like.
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[ she, surprisingly careful of his house, gently places the peel of the blood orange on the table and tries to make as little of a mess as possible. ]
I can admire a man who wants to stay close to the hearth.
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You could say I was raised with that kind of sentimental attitude, certainly.
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as he defends his feelings, she pulls apart one piece from the orange and offers it to him like an indulgent mother. take her gift. ]
It’s nice. You won’t hear me judging.
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Well, thank you for that. I'm used to keeping that kind of thing to myself, so you won't have to endure any dramatic overtures.
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[ feelings are for losers! that’s what she’s decided after falling in love like four times. sentimentality is out, sleeping all the time is in. ]
Are you feeling better?
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Hmm. Yes. [It's kind of a surprise, but he's a big enough person to admit this instead of being petty for pettiness' sake. You're welcome.] This has been educational.