You don't have to talk. [It's just the brushing away of things. Trying to hide it. She wonders if he ever lets himself feel things or if he's too busy being strong for everyone else.
She listens to his words, slightly bemused. It's all too much. She can't even tell if he's completely serious or not. It sounds like some kind of poetic saga-- the promise the god-hero makes to his lady before he goes off and gets killed horribly but nobly.]
What kind of alternative life would you have? [She lays on top of him and braces her chin on her hands as she looks into his eyes] What would your ideal life be?
Action / December 20th / Late
She listens to his words, slightly bemused. It's all too much. She can't even tell if he's completely serious or not. It sounds like some kind of poetic saga-- the promise the god-hero makes to his lady before he goes off and gets killed horribly but nobly.]
What kind of alternative life would you have? [She lays on top of him and braces her chin on her hands as she looks into his eyes] What would your ideal life be?