Lust knelt down to pet Miriam, fond of the Skitty. And then she straightened, steeling herself as she had done so many times before. But always the fear came back. What if he did clarify, and tell her they should go their separate ways? Much as she knew it would be best, if there was no hope, but...
She held a glass in her hand but it was clear she hadn't been drinking from it. She looked down at it now though, rather than him. Perhaps she was a bit of a coward, already she was backing down in a way.
No. She was just...potentially cushioning an unpleasant blow
"Please let me speak until I've finished." She needed to get it out all at once, or it wouldn't be said at all.
"It's a new year soon. This last one has been...tumultuous. But I've settled into my life here, and so have you and we've spent too long already dancing around each other and struggling to maintain this delicate balance of alluding to our feelings without admitting or acknowledging them. Feelings are like sickly infants, they must be either nurtured or left to fade. Someone told me about a tradition from their world, that whoever you see the new year in with, you'll see it out with. I'm going to be on the other side of the garden when the midnight fireworks begin. Either find me and watch them with me and give me that sign that there's something for me to wait for, or don't and I won't ever bring up our feelings again. You don't even have to say anything, either way. Just be there or don't be there, but once we make some sort of decision we'll both be happier."
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She held a glass in her hand but it was clear she hadn't been drinking from it. She looked down at it now though, rather than him. Perhaps she was a bit of a coward, already she was backing down in a way.
No. She was just...potentially cushioning an unpleasant blow
"Please let me speak until I've finished." She needed to get it out all at once, or it wouldn't be said at all.
"It's a new year soon. This last one has been...tumultuous. But I've settled into my life here, and so have you and we've spent too long already dancing around each other and struggling to maintain this delicate balance of alluding to our feelings without admitting or acknowledging them. Feelings are like sickly infants, they must be either nurtured or left to fade. Someone told me about a tradition from their world, that whoever you see the new year in with, you'll see it out with. I'm going to be on the other side of the garden when the midnight fireworks begin. Either find me and watch them with me and give me that sign that there's something for me to wait for, or don't and I won't ever bring up our feelings again. You don't even have to say anything, either way. Just be there or don't be there, but once we make some sort of decision we'll both be happier."
She felt like she was going to be violently sick.