[How strange, indeed, and stranger still how quickly one can become used to it feeling so natural when it hasn't even entered into your consideration of things until the last few weeks. All at once, Hadriel is brighter for having one particular person in it, and there's a kind of humble gratitude in being granted the opportunity for an experience that he would otherwise have never been allowed. One that he would not have allowed himself.
He looks at her when she asks the question, quietly searching her face for something. The way that he smile (just a little, the softest upwards tilt of his lips) says that he might have found it.]
I believe it is.
[They haven't talked about what this is, not really, but now feels as good a time as any.]
( They didn't talk about it for the same reasons they danced around ages and experience— it felt less awkward to just fall into things without speaking too much about it. But there's something to be said about having words and meanings to affix to what's going on. It makes things real, like the first time she called Faith her best friend in the wake of being brought back to life.
And honestly, she can think of several reasons to object — they're in a city that takes people in and spits them out just as easily, in the midst of a war no one asked for, and he is so much younger than she ever thought acceptable — but only one thing falls from her lips: )
None.
( The city may spit one or both of them out before they know it, but the world itself does that, and she's put her life on hold for the sake of the bigger picture already. It's tiring.
But if neither of them have objections, there's a city outside which beckons for her, for both of them, to get stuck in and working. So Kate stands, stretches her arms above her head, and steps towards her front door. )
[Had she objected, for those reasons, it would have been something that Ignis could understand. Trying to affix something solid to a place that could so easily remove either of them at any time is a risk, and yet that risk is one he's more than willing to take for the reward of being able to keep her.
For no matter how short a time it might be.]
Ah, good, then.
[Said softly as she moves away and stands, and he doesn't wait for much longer than a moment to follow her.]
Mm. As much as they would notice that I am. [He tells her with a warmly wry smile.] But I doubt I'll have to explain myself to Henry in too much detail.
( Well, she doesn't plan on going anywhere for the moment. Home doesn't need her back too urgently, so as long as The Door deigns to keep her around, Hadriel is where she'll be.
As Kate grabs the bag that always affixes to her thigh, Ignis' comment sparks old memories of a magazine found and advertised on the network and she purses her lips together to hold back a smile at the thought. )
Never were one for discussing anything fun.
( Honestly, what was wrong with being a lali ho?
But never mind Henry. They should really leave the apartment and get back to the real world. )
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He looks at her when she asks the question, quietly searching her face for something. The way that he smile (just a little, the softest upwards tilt of his lips) says that he might have found it.]
I believe it is.
[They haven't talked about what this is, not really, but now feels as good a time as any.]
Unless you have objections.
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And honestly, she can think of several reasons to object — they're in a city that takes people in and spits them out just as easily, in the midst of a war no one asked for, and he is so much younger than she ever thought acceptable — but only one thing falls from her lips: )
None.
( The city may spit one or both of them out before they know it, but the world itself does that, and she's put her life on hold for the sake of the bigger picture already. It's tiring.
But if neither of them have objections, there's a city outside which beckons for her, for both of them, to get stuck in and working. So Kate stands, stretches her arms above her head, and steps towards her front door. )
Think they'll notice I'm late?
( ... Whoops. )
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For no matter how short a time it might be.]
Ah, good, then.
[Said softly as she moves away and stands, and he doesn't wait for much longer than a moment to follow her.]
Mm. As much as they would notice that I am. [He tells her with a warmly wry smile.] But I doubt I'll have to explain myself to Henry in too much detail.
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As Kate grabs the bag that always affixes to her thigh, Ignis' comment sparks old memories of a magazine found and advertised on the network and she purses her lips together to hold back a smile at the thought. )
Never were one for discussing anything fun.
( Honestly, what was wrong with being a lali ho?
But never mind Henry. They should really leave the apartment and get back to the real world. )