[ It would have been enough just to see her relax again, and to see the smile she's started showing him more often than not make a reappearance. Though his life up until now had been defined by trade, an equal exchange of one thing for another, such rules don't apply in the realm of friendship and basic goodwill.
In this regard, he's happy to give with no expectation of receiving anything in return, a silent nod of thanks to the scattered handful of figures (humans and Melusines alike) that had guided his way through his darkest hours.
Somehow though, Ishmael still manages to surprise him, turning right around to redirect that sentiment straight back at him. His eyes widen, surprise momentarily flashing across his face as he stares down at her. How many people have made him that offer in that past, genuinely and with no strings attached? Fewer than he can count.
And then he's ducking his head down, a small huff of laughter escaping him. ]
You really are something else, Ishmael. [ It's a compliment, vague though it sounds. ] I'll try. Fair warning though: it might take some time.
[ Sorry for his issues…..it's not you, it's him. 🥺 ]
[ she smirks, but hey, she managed to take him by surprise for a moment there. it's actually a cute look on him? though it only means that he rarely hears that sentiment from anyone. she really struck gold back on the ship, before--
ahem. ]
And I get it. It was honestly very hard for me to say it. I even thought you'd be against it. [ even though he was the one who reached out to her in the first place. if anything, it's his fault she's even considering this. ] But sure, take your time. It doesn't even have to be me, so long as you aren't truly alone. Because I've been there before.
[ although... just saying that brings about a tiny pang in her chest for some reason, but it's probably nothing. a consequence for opening up, she supposes.
with that said, she starts walking on ahead of him. come on, hurry up. ]
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In this regard, he's happy to give with no expectation of receiving anything in return, a silent nod of thanks to the scattered handful of figures (humans and Melusines alike) that had guided his way through his darkest hours.
Somehow though, Ishmael still manages to surprise him, turning right around to redirect that sentiment straight back at him. His eyes widen, surprise momentarily flashing across his face as he stares down at her. How many people have made him that offer in that past, genuinely and with no strings attached? Fewer than he can count.
And then he's ducking his head down, a small huff of laughter escaping him. ]
You really are something else, Ishmael. [ It's a compliment, vague though it sounds. ] I'll try. Fair warning though: it might take some time.
[ Sorry for his issues…..it's not you, it's him. 🥺 ]
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[ she smirks, but hey, she managed to take him by surprise for a moment there. it's actually a cute look on him? though it only means that he rarely hears that sentiment from anyone. she really struck gold back on the ship, before--
ahem. ]
And I get it. It was honestly very hard for me to say it. I even thought you'd be against it. [ even though he was the one who reached out to her in the first place. if anything, it's his fault she's even considering this. ] But sure, take your time. It doesn't even have to be me, so long as you aren't truly alone. Because I've been there before.
[ although... just saying that brings about a tiny pang in her chest for some reason, but it's probably nothing. a consequence for opening up, she supposes.
with that said, she starts walking on ahead of him. come on, hurry up. ]