Because it is sumptuous! So buttery on your tongue, richness you dream of after. And is it kind of dish that appeals to most, since you were so picky about my draniki.
[ always fighting him, always a moment away from collapsing everything. people who liked her more have walked away from her for less, so--Mammon, how did she even start thinking about this? ]
[Henry doesn't respond right away, eyes searching her face. He lifts his mug to his lips, taking a sip of his own (perfectly fine) coffee.]
If your moods bothered me as much as you think they do, wouldn't I have given up long before now? I'm just as stubborn as you. I've weathered worse storms before.
[He sets his mug back down.]
...Losing your teammate must have really shaken you.
[ there are a few Basilisks she hasn't seen in a few days. and more than that is the sense that something is changing, that the Warden is finally losing control of her inmates—Minato sowed that particular worry seed. it had felt vindicating in the moment, surrounded by elevator wreckage, but as always, Sprezzatura's mind has turned the thought over and chewed it to pieces, and she's realizing some downsides to that concept.
primarily, that this might all end well before she's ready. ]
Maybe I do not wish to forever be storm that one has to weather.
[ there is a tight clench and then release around her heart. better hold onto this one, Sprezzatura, through all the good. and bad, because whatever horrors he's committed, at least he's committed to this, too.
her swallow is so thick you can nearly hear it... but something finally wrenches back into place ]
You cannot renounce on deals with devils, you know.
[He gives her the moment she needs to let that settle. Henry wonders if it can provide a small amount of comfort, a connection wrought with permanence, one that Solitary cannot erase, one that exists even if they are flung to opposite ends of the universe, back to where they came.
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I should get bottle of good wine, make coq au vin. You would never recover.
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“Coq au vin”?
[Alas, Henry does not know what that is.]
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And why wouldn't I recover from "cock with wine"? [Poor, vaguely sloshed Sprezzatura.]
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It was good.
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I just want you to--
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...Approve?
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Never mind. It is stupid.
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No, it's not. Tell me.
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I want you to—like me.
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[His brows scrunch together at this.]
After everything, surely you don't think that I don't like you?
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[ mumbles half-heartedly ]
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What's that?
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[ always fighting him, always a moment away from collapsing everything. people who liked her more have walked away from her for less, so--Mammon, how did she even start thinking about this? ]
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If your moods bothered me as much as you think they do, wouldn't I have given up long before now? I'm just as stubborn as you. I've weathered worse storms before.
[He sets his mug back down.]
...Losing your teammate must have really shaken you.
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primarily, that this might all end well before she's ready. ]
Maybe I do not wish to forever be storm that one has to weather.
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Instead, he can offer something else.]
How about I promise you something?
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Hmn?
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No matter how bad the storm is.
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her swallow is so thick you can nearly hear it... but something finally wrenches back into place ]
You cannot renounce on deals with devils, you know.
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It does for Henry, in a way.]
I wouldn't dream of it, anyway.
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