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“Is that the way to win over the famed Leventi spirit? With a piece of apple?” Achilleas asked dryly, thinking if he’d known it was so easy he would have saved himself a lot of effort with his current horse, who was certainly in possession of his fair share of ‘character’. Though Achilleas wouldn’t change him if he were honest. A warhorse needed that fire and bravery. It just meant one had to be wary of it when in times of peace, that was all.
Achilleas himself was rather more adept at shutting away the part of him that allowed him to ruthlessly slaughter, to kill without hesitation. He didn’t take pleasure in, outside of the inevitable fire of battle, but it was his duty, and so he would do it when called for. Indeed it had earned him a reputation over the years, one that he was aware of but did not encourage. Overconfidence was hardly a risk when there was his father ready at every step to cut him down again.
Theodora’s question though, her befuddlement at the idea that he didn’t know he was being unreadable, suggested that strength at stamping down on his thoughts and feelings perhaps wasn’t limited to his skills as a soldier, and he looked mildly discomfited as she went on because he really hadn’t meant to be confusing. There were just moments that he had tired of trying to stay away. Clearly, though, Theodora had not enjoyed his inconsistency. Achilleas rubbed at the back of his neck with one hand, had the grace to look a little abashed when she mentioned the festival of Aphrodite because that had been a rather spectacular failure, yes, and he supposed he had earned her frustration then.
“Yes..that was..rather graceless of me wasn’t it” he muttered, gazing at where their hands joined before he tried to offer some reassurance in the form of his assertion that there was no other he wanted. Maybe she was worried he was not committed to this union? But when he looked at her to find her eyes already upon him and her expression still set into something slightly harder. His declaration had not pacified her it seemed, and his dark brows drew together into a frown. “I didn’t mean to mislead you at any point, Theodora. I have tried to keep my distance to avoid that very thing. I just suppose...I was not very good at it always”
Glancing at her, that worried crease still pressed into his forehead, he looked relieved when her expression softened, gusting out a sigh when she threaded her fingers through his and spoke for it appeared whatever missteps he had made had been forgiven. Her teasing, whilst at his expense, was infinitely preferable to her displeasure, and the lord found his lips curling into the aforementioned smile quite naturally. It was not an entirely alien expression on his face, but perhaps harder to conjure than with others, certainly. Achilleas was usually too concerned with being the responsible one in his day to day life that he failed to realise how often his face settled into a more grave countenance.
Now though, eased of the notion he had offended the woman he so dearly wanted to please, the smile came readily. “Is that so? I will do my best to practice it more often then, my lady.” Achilleas’ gaze tracked to the maid who had so diligently tailed them and then back to the woman who would be his wife. He wanted to lean across and kiss her, to show her that he would not be so reticent now, and for a moment he hovered, indecision about it being the right moment for such a gesture or if it were too soon and she would startle. It had been much easier when he’d been well into his cups all those years ago. But Theodora was right there, as perfect as ever and now to be his, and that was too heady a thing for him to hesitate for long. Gaze dropping to the perfect bow of her mouth, he leaned in slowly to press a very sweet and chaste kiss to those petal-soft lips that had caught his attention so long ago.
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“Is that the way to win over the famed Leventi spirit? With a piece of apple?” Achilleas asked dryly, thinking if he’d known it was so easy he would have saved himself a lot of effort with his current horse, who was certainly in possession of his fair share of ‘character’. Though Achilleas wouldn’t change him if he were honest. A warhorse needed that fire and bravery. It just meant one had to be wary of it when in times of peace, that was all.
Achilleas himself was rather more adept at shutting away the part of him that allowed him to ruthlessly slaughter, to kill without hesitation. He didn’t take pleasure in, outside of the inevitable fire of battle, but it was his duty, and so he would do it when called for. Indeed it had earned him a reputation over the years, one that he was aware of but did not encourage. Overconfidence was hardly a risk when there was his father ready at every step to cut him down again.
Theodora’s question though, her befuddlement at the idea that he didn’t know he was being unreadable, suggested that strength at stamping down on his thoughts and feelings perhaps wasn’t limited to his skills as a soldier, and he looked mildly discomfited as she went on because he really hadn’t meant to be confusing. There were just moments that he had tired of trying to stay away. Clearly, though, Theodora had not enjoyed his inconsistency. Achilleas rubbed at the back of his neck with one hand, had the grace to look a little abashed when she mentioned the festival of Aphrodite because that had been a rather spectacular failure, yes, and he supposed he had earned her frustration then.
“Yes..that was..rather graceless of me wasn’t it” he muttered, gazing at where their hands joined before he tried to offer some reassurance in the form of his assertion that there was no other he wanted. Maybe she was worried he was not committed to this union? But when he looked at her to find her eyes already upon him and her expression still set into something slightly harder. His declaration had not pacified her it seemed, and his dark brows drew together into a frown. “I didn’t mean to mislead you at any point, Theodora. I have tried to keep my distance to avoid that very thing. I just suppose...I was not very good at it always”
Glancing at her, that worried crease still pressed into his forehead, he looked relieved when her expression softened, gusting out a sigh when she threaded her fingers through his and spoke for it appeared whatever missteps he had made had been forgiven. Her teasing, whilst at his expense, was infinitely preferable to her displeasure, and the lord found his lips curling into the aforementioned smile quite naturally. It was not an entirely alien expression on his face, but perhaps harder to conjure than with others, certainly. Achilleas was usually too concerned with being the responsible one in his day to day life that he failed to realise how often his face settled into a more grave countenance.
Now though, eased of the notion he had offended the woman he so dearly wanted to please, the smile came readily. “Is that so? I will do my best to practice it more often then, my lady.” Achilleas’ gaze tracked to the maid who had so diligently tailed them and then back to the woman who would be his wife. He wanted to lean across and kiss her, to show her that he would not be so reticent now, and for a moment he hovered, indecision about it being the right moment for such a gesture or if it were too soon and she would startle. It had been much easier when he’d been well into his cups all those years ago. But Theodora was right there, as perfect as ever and now to be his, and that was too heady a thing for him to hesitate for long. Gaze dropping to the perfect bow of her mouth, he leaned in slowly to press a very sweet and chaste kiss to those petal-soft lips that had caught his attention so long ago.
“Is that the way to win over the famed Leventi spirit? With a piece of apple?” Achilleas asked dryly, thinking if he’d known it was so easy he would have saved himself a lot of effort with his current horse, who was certainly in possession of his fair share of ‘character’. Though Achilleas wouldn’t change him if he were honest. A warhorse needed that fire and bravery. It just meant one had to be wary of it when in times of peace, that was all.
Achilleas himself was rather more adept at shutting away the part of him that allowed him to ruthlessly slaughter, to kill without hesitation. He didn’t take pleasure in, outside of the inevitable fire of battle, but it was his duty, and so he would do it when called for. Indeed it had earned him a reputation over the years, one that he was aware of but did not encourage. Overconfidence was hardly a risk when there was his father ready at every step to cut him down again.
Theodora’s question though, her befuddlement at the idea that he didn’t know he was being unreadable, suggested that strength at stamping down on his thoughts and feelings perhaps wasn’t limited to his skills as a soldier, and he looked mildly discomfited as she went on because he really hadn’t meant to be confusing. There were just moments that he had tired of trying to stay away. Clearly, though, Theodora had not enjoyed his inconsistency. Achilleas rubbed at the back of his neck with one hand, had the grace to look a little abashed when she mentioned the festival of Aphrodite because that had been a rather spectacular failure, yes, and he supposed he had earned her frustration then.
“Yes..that was..rather graceless of me wasn’t it” he muttered, gazing at where their hands joined before he tried to offer some reassurance in the form of his assertion that there was no other he wanted. Maybe she was worried he was not committed to this union? But when he looked at her to find her eyes already upon him and her expression still set into something slightly harder. His declaration had not pacified her it seemed, and his dark brows drew together into a frown. “I didn’t mean to mislead you at any point, Theodora. I have tried to keep my distance to avoid that very thing. I just suppose...I was not very good at it always”
Glancing at her, that worried crease still pressed into his forehead, he looked relieved when her expression softened, gusting out a sigh when she threaded her fingers through his and spoke for it appeared whatever missteps he had made had been forgiven. Her teasing, whilst at his expense, was infinitely preferable to her displeasure, and the lord found his lips curling into the aforementioned smile quite naturally. It was not an entirely alien expression on his face, but perhaps harder to conjure than with others, certainly. Achilleas was usually too concerned with being the responsible one in his day to day life that he failed to realise how often his face settled into a more grave countenance.
Now though, eased of the notion he had offended the woman he so dearly wanted to please, the smile came readily. “Is that so? I will do my best to practice it more often then, my lady.” Achilleas’ gaze tracked to the maid who had so diligently tailed them and then back to the woman who would be his wife. He wanted to lean across and kiss her, to show her that he would not be so reticent now, and for a moment he hovered, indecision about it being the right moment for such a gesture or if it were too soon and she would startle. It had been much easier when he’d been well into his cups all those years ago. But Theodora was right there, as perfect as ever and now to be his, and that was too heady a thing for him to hesitate for long. Gaze dropping to the perfect bow of her mouth, he leaned in slowly to press a very sweet and chaste kiss to those petal-soft lips that had caught his attention so long ago.
Yes… that was... rather graceless of me, wasn’t it?
Theodora bit her lip on a scathing reply; there were so many things she could say in response to that, but she didn’t dare utter a word of them. How he’d confused and wounded her, how his sudden backpedaling had driven her into the arms of another, not to mention who that other was… They were engaged now, and this meeting was meant to be pleasant one. A time to feel each other out, to learn more of one another—not berate each other for prior mistakes, but to try to form some understanding. Their lives were to be bound, and continually chiding him for his past sins would serve no purpose other than to antagonize him.
Granted, her sins were far greater.
“A bit,” was all she said instead of what she wanted to say, the bewilderment in his expression banking that fire as surely as her own self-scolding. “But it’s done now. I should think marriage is a fairly straightforward way of avoiding confusion later on.” A lop-sided smirk tugged at her lips in spite of her annoyance, shaking her head.
Going on to tease him about his sternness, his expression softened into the smile she asked for, the smirk she wore easing into something similar. It was quite a nice smile, actually, one that gentled his face and made him look a few years younger than he was. When he smiled like that, it was easier to let go of the ways he’d vexed her in the past, to hope she could coax more looks like it out of him in the future. Perhaps there really was more to Achilleas beneath the surface of that serious countenance. After all, he’d already managed to surprise her today. What other surprises might she find?
Is that so? I will do my best to practice it more often then, my lady.
“Good,” she replied with a quiet laugh. “A smile looks much better on you than a scowl.”
There was a baited moment of silence between them, the lord’s eyes drifting between her and Althaia, while Theo practically held her breath. The way he glanced down at her lips, how he leaned in closer; his mouth was on hers before she could stop it, before she could even question if she wanted to stop it. She froze for a moment when his lips brushed against hers, blinking in surprise while she warred with herself on how to respond. If she immediately pulled away, she risked wounding her fiancé, of starting this marriage off on exactly the wrong foot. If she returned it, it meant she accepted it, and was that not a betrayal of the one who truly held her heart? Would it be even more of a betrayal if she actually liked it?
Emilios is yours no longer, she reminded herself, even as her heart seized at the thought. She could not let the ghost of what was hold her back from what could be. Even if her heart still lingered with the younger brother, she was betrothed to the elder. It was not fair to him, to her, to any of them to keep pining for what she could no longer have. The fault did not rest with Achilleas. It rested with her.
Swallowing her hesitation and furiously stomping down the ache in her chest, Theo’s hand came up to rest against his cheek, gently returning the kiss before pulling back. The warmth of their breath mingled together for a moment, her thumb travelling along the edge of his cheekbone as she did her best not to let the conflict in her heart show on her face. Dropping her hand, she cleared her throat and looked down, the hint of a blush warming her cheeks.
“Well, that’s one way to prove your point,” she quipped with a nervous sort of chuckle, brushing an imaginary speck of dust from the skirt of her chiton. “I promise I won’t throw a book at you this time.”
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Yes… that was... rather graceless of me, wasn’t it?
Theodora bit her lip on a scathing reply; there were so many things she could say in response to that, but she didn’t dare utter a word of them. How he’d confused and wounded her, how his sudden backpedaling had driven her into the arms of another, not to mention who that other was… They were engaged now, and this meeting was meant to be pleasant one. A time to feel each other out, to learn more of one another—not berate each other for prior mistakes, but to try to form some understanding. Their lives were to be bound, and continually chiding him for his past sins would serve no purpose other than to antagonize him.
Granted, her sins were far greater.
“A bit,” was all she said instead of what she wanted to say, the bewilderment in his expression banking that fire as surely as her own self-scolding. “But it’s done now. I should think marriage is a fairly straightforward way of avoiding confusion later on.” A lop-sided smirk tugged at her lips in spite of her annoyance, shaking her head.
Going on to tease him about his sternness, his expression softened into the smile she asked for, the smirk she wore easing into something similar. It was quite a nice smile, actually, one that gentled his face and made him look a few years younger than he was. When he smiled like that, it was easier to let go of the ways he’d vexed her in the past, to hope she could coax more looks like it out of him in the future. Perhaps there really was more to Achilleas beneath the surface of that serious countenance. After all, he’d already managed to surprise her today. What other surprises might she find?
Is that so? I will do my best to practice it more often then, my lady.
“Good,” she replied with a quiet laugh. “A smile looks much better on you than a scowl.”
There was a baited moment of silence between them, the lord’s eyes drifting between her and Althaia, while Theo practically held her breath. The way he glanced down at her lips, how he leaned in closer; his mouth was on hers before she could stop it, before she could even question if she wanted to stop it. She froze for a moment when his lips brushed against hers, blinking in surprise while she warred with herself on how to respond. If she immediately pulled away, she risked wounding her fiancé, of starting this marriage off on exactly the wrong foot. If she returned it, it meant she accepted it, and was that not a betrayal of the one who truly held her heart? Would it be even more of a betrayal if she actually liked it?
Emilios is yours no longer, she reminded herself, even as her heart seized at the thought. She could not let the ghost of what was hold her back from what could be. Even if her heart still lingered with the younger brother, she was betrothed to the elder. It was not fair to him, to her, to any of them to keep pining for what she could no longer have. The fault did not rest with Achilleas. It rested with her.
Swallowing her hesitation and furiously stomping down the ache in her chest, Theo’s hand came up to rest against his cheek, gently returning the kiss before pulling back. The warmth of their breath mingled together for a moment, her thumb travelling along the edge of his cheekbone as she did her best not to let the conflict in her heart show on her face. Dropping her hand, she cleared her throat and looked down, the hint of a blush warming her cheeks.
“Well, that’s one way to prove your point,” she quipped with a nervous sort of chuckle, brushing an imaginary speck of dust from the skirt of her chiton. “I promise I won’t throw a book at you this time.”
Yes… that was... rather graceless of me, wasn’t it?
Theodora bit her lip on a scathing reply; there were so many things she could say in response to that, but she didn’t dare utter a word of them. How he’d confused and wounded her, how his sudden backpedaling had driven her into the arms of another, not to mention who that other was… They were engaged now, and this meeting was meant to be pleasant one. A time to feel each other out, to learn more of one another—not berate each other for prior mistakes, but to try to form some understanding. Their lives were to be bound, and continually chiding him for his past sins would serve no purpose other than to antagonize him.
Granted, her sins were far greater.
“A bit,” was all she said instead of what she wanted to say, the bewilderment in his expression banking that fire as surely as her own self-scolding. “But it’s done now. I should think marriage is a fairly straightforward way of avoiding confusion later on.” A lop-sided smirk tugged at her lips in spite of her annoyance, shaking her head.
Going on to tease him about his sternness, his expression softened into the smile she asked for, the smirk she wore easing into something similar. It was quite a nice smile, actually, one that gentled his face and made him look a few years younger than he was. When he smiled like that, it was easier to let go of the ways he’d vexed her in the past, to hope she could coax more looks like it out of him in the future. Perhaps there really was more to Achilleas beneath the surface of that serious countenance. After all, he’d already managed to surprise her today. What other surprises might she find?
Is that so? I will do my best to practice it more often then, my lady.
“Good,” she replied with a quiet laugh. “A smile looks much better on you than a scowl.”
There was a baited moment of silence between them, the lord’s eyes drifting between her and Althaia, while Theo practically held her breath. The way he glanced down at her lips, how he leaned in closer; his mouth was on hers before she could stop it, before she could even question if she wanted to stop it. She froze for a moment when his lips brushed against hers, blinking in surprise while she warred with herself on how to respond. If she immediately pulled away, she risked wounding her fiancé, of starting this marriage off on exactly the wrong foot. If she returned it, it meant she accepted it, and was that not a betrayal of the one who truly held her heart? Would it be even more of a betrayal if she actually liked it?
Emilios is yours no longer, she reminded herself, even as her heart seized at the thought. She could not let the ghost of what was hold her back from what could be. Even if her heart still lingered with the younger brother, she was betrothed to the elder. It was not fair to him, to her, to any of them to keep pining for what she could no longer have. The fault did not rest with Achilleas. It rested with her.
Swallowing her hesitation and furiously stomping down the ache in her chest, Theo’s hand came up to rest against his cheek, gently returning the kiss before pulling back. The warmth of their breath mingled together for a moment, her thumb travelling along the edge of his cheekbone as she did her best not to let the conflict in her heart show on her face. Dropping her hand, she cleared her throat and looked down, the hint of a blush warming her cheeks.
“Well, that’s one way to prove your point,” she quipped with a nervous sort of chuckle, brushing an imaginary speck of dust from the skirt of her chiton. “I promise I won’t throw a book at you this time.”
There was a pause after his words that left Achilleas in little doubt that Theodora had more to say on the subject of Maliania, and he was relieved when it did not come. He was well aware that he had made a mess of that, and reliving his mistakes was not one of his favoured pastimes.
And then he was nodding, because at last he could stop trying so hard to walk the line, could be open about his attraction to her and finally spend a little time getting to know her better after so long staying away. For him at least, this betrothal felt like freedom in that respect. He was glad that she did not hold on to that ill-humour though, the smile coming readily and it was that easing of the tension between them that gave him the courage to claim the kiss he wanted to.
Her lips were soft under his, but he thought he detected a hesitation and he was almost about to pull back when her fingers settled on the plane of his face and Theodora was kissing him back. It was gratifying beyond what he had expected, and Achilleas could not claim he would have pulled away quite so soon had Theodora not broken the kiss.
He gazed at her as they broke apart, a small yet slightly self-satisfied smile at those lips that had just been pressed against hers. He could kiss her now, and even the eyes of her lady’s maid burning into his back didn’t make him regret having done so. He wanted to do it again. But Theodora had looked away, a pretty flush staining her cheeks and he let out a surprised laugh when she brought up the book incident, leaning back slightly as he recalled that day.
“Perhaps I had already considered the risk and deemed the rewards worth it,” he said, giving her hand a tentative squeeze where it was still linked with his own. “Though, yes, I believe it is more usual not to throw things at people you’ve kissed. Unless I have been doing it wrong all this time”
Theodora was certainly the only girl ever to have thrown anything at him. She had a good arm on her as well, as he remembered. Swallowing, he almost told her he still had the book, but quickly decided he wasn’t quite ready to make that confession - he was certain it would only see him ridiculed if such sentimentality was to come to light. Achilleas wasn’t even sure why he had kept it. At first, it had been with the intent of returning it to its rightful keeper, and then after a while, it had just seemed at home upon his shelves and he found himself unwilling to part with it. Stupid.
“ I know you might think me changeable, Theodora” he went with instead. “But I assure you I’m not. I’ll be a good husband to you.” Achilleas meant that. In the ways that he understood, he could see no reason why theirs could not be a successful marriage. He was not given to whoring around like his cousin or brothers, he did not overindulge in wine or any of the other vices so readily on offer in their kingdom. He would do right by the woman next to him as he endeavoured to do right in all things.
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There was a pause after his words that left Achilleas in little doubt that Theodora had more to say on the subject of Maliania, and he was relieved when it did not come. He was well aware that he had made a mess of that, and reliving his mistakes was not one of his favoured pastimes.
And then he was nodding, because at last he could stop trying so hard to walk the line, could be open about his attraction to her and finally spend a little time getting to know her better after so long staying away. For him at least, this betrothal felt like freedom in that respect. He was glad that she did not hold on to that ill-humour though, the smile coming readily and it was that easing of the tension between them that gave him the courage to claim the kiss he wanted to.
Her lips were soft under his, but he thought he detected a hesitation and he was almost about to pull back when her fingers settled on the plane of his face and Theodora was kissing him back. It was gratifying beyond what he had expected, and Achilleas could not claim he would have pulled away quite so soon had Theodora not broken the kiss.
He gazed at her as they broke apart, a small yet slightly self-satisfied smile at those lips that had just been pressed against hers. He could kiss her now, and even the eyes of her lady’s maid burning into his back didn’t make him regret having done so. He wanted to do it again. But Theodora had looked away, a pretty flush staining her cheeks and he let out a surprised laugh when she brought up the book incident, leaning back slightly as he recalled that day.
“Perhaps I had already considered the risk and deemed the rewards worth it,” he said, giving her hand a tentative squeeze where it was still linked with his own. “Though, yes, I believe it is more usual not to throw things at people you’ve kissed. Unless I have been doing it wrong all this time”
Theodora was certainly the only girl ever to have thrown anything at him. She had a good arm on her as well, as he remembered. Swallowing, he almost told her he still had the book, but quickly decided he wasn’t quite ready to make that confession - he was certain it would only see him ridiculed if such sentimentality was to come to light. Achilleas wasn’t even sure why he had kept it. At first, it had been with the intent of returning it to its rightful keeper, and then after a while, it had just seemed at home upon his shelves and he found himself unwilling to part with it. Stupid.
“ I know you might think me changeable, Theodora” he went with instead. “But I assure you I’m not. I’ll be a good husband to you.” Achilleas meant that. In the ways that he understood, he could see no reason why theirs could not be a successful marriage. He was not given to whoring around like his cousin or brothers, he did not overindulge in wine or any of the other vices so readily on offer in their kingdom. He would do right by the woman next to him as he endeavoured to do right in all things.
There was a pause after his words that left Achilleas in little doubt that Theodora had more to say on the subject of Maliania, and he was relieved when it did not come. He was well aware that he had made a mess of that, and reliving his mistakes was not one of his favoured pastimes.
And then he was nodding, because at last he could stop trying so hard to walk the line, could be open about his attraction to her and finally spend a little time getting to know her better after so long staying away. For him at least, this betrothal felt like freedom in that respect. He was glad that she did not hold on to that ill-humour though, the smile coming readily and it was that easing of the tension between them that gave him the courage to claim the kiss he wanted to.
Her lips were soft under his, but he thought he detected a hesitation and he was almost about to pull back when her fingers settled on the plane of his face and Theodora was kissing him back. It was gratifying beyond what he had expected, and Achilleas could not claim he would have pulled away quite so soon had Theodora not broken the kiss.
He gazed at her as they broke apart, a small yet slightly self-satisfied smile at those lips that had just been pressed against hers. He could kiss her now, and even the eyes of her lady’s maid burning into his back didn’t make him regret having done so. He wanted to do it again. But Theodora had looked away, a pretty flush staining her cheeks and he let out a surprised laugh when she brought up the book incident, leaning back slightly as he recalled that day.
“Perhaps I had already considered the risk and deemed the rewards worth it,” he said, giving her hand a tentative squeeze where it was still linked with his own. “Though, yes, I believe it is more usual not to throw things at people you’ve kissed. Unless I have been doing it wrong all this time”
Theodora was certainly the only girl ever to have thrown anything at him. She had a good arm on her as well, as he remembered. Swallowing, he almost told her he still had the book, but quickly decided he wasn’t quite ready to make that confession - he was certain it would only see him ridiculed if such sentimentality was to come to light. Achilleas wasn’t even sure why he had kept it. At first, it had been with the intent of returning it to its rightful keeper, and then after a while, it had just seemed at home upon his shelves and he found himself unwilling to part with it. Stupid.
“ I know you might think me changeable, Theodora” he went with instead. “But I assure you I’m not. I’ll be a good husband to you.” Achilleas meant that. In the ways that he understood, he could see no reason why theirs could not be a successful marriage. He was not given to whoring around like his cousin or brothers, he did not overindulge in wine or any of the other vices so readily on offer in their kingdom. He would do right by the woman next to him as he endeavoured to do right in all things.
Perhaps I had already considered the risk and deemed the rewards worth it.
She laughed at that, glancing up from her lap to meet his gaze again. “Just consider yourself lucky I don’t have anything to throw this time. I can’t promise it every time, of course. You never know when the urge might strike.” His fingers squeezed slightly around hers, eyes dropping for a moment to their conjoined hands. Though, yes, I believe it is more usual not to throw things at people you’ve kissed. Snorting, she looked back up at him again. “I haven’t kissed many people, so I can’t say whether or not it’s usual, I suppose.” Her laughter fading back to a smirk, the tease was still in her voice when she added, “You’re the only one I’ve thrown something at, though. Maybe you’re just special.”
Gods, but this was all so strange. Had it been Emilios sitting next to her, the relentless quips would have felt normal, comforting even. While Achilleas didn’t seem to mind, it still felt so odd to her, to so casually speak like this with the man who had done his best to keep his distance from her so long. Not for the first time, she wondered if she had known of his feelings before, if things would have been different. To find out so suddenly as it accompanied a marriage proposal… perhaps that was not so strange for someone of their status, but it still felt out of order. Had they known this was what their future would hold, would it feel so strange now?
It seemed no matter how much Theo tried to pull herself out of her own head, she couldn’t seem to stay out. Would things get easier with time? Would she stop questioning every decision he or she ever made? Would she ever be able to leave behind what she felt for his brother, or at least seal it off enough that it wouldn’t invade her thoughts at every given opportunity? Could she ever feel for Achilleas what she felt for Emilios, or had it truly been a once-in-a-lifetime feeling? And if she did, what did that say about her?
Was all of this wrong? Should she have fought harder? So many questions, with no answers to be found. She had a feeling she would never know.
I’ll be a good husband to you.
That, at least, she wouldn’t question. Even through their various confusions and misunderstandings, Theodora knew that Achilleas was a good man. No matter how she felt about this entire situation, there was no doubt of that. What she did doubt, however, was if she could be a good wife to him. Gods knew she would try; she had known her whole life what her duty was meant to be. But just how far could trying go?
“I know you will be,” she murmured in return, turning to face him more fully and covering their conjoined hands with the one that remained to her. “I will do everything in my power to be as good a wife to you as you deserve.”
She could only pray ‘everything in her power’ was good enough.
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Perhaps I had already considered the risk and deemed the rewards worth it.
She laughed at that, glancing up from her lap to meet his gaze again. “Just consider yourself lucky I don’t have anything to throw this time. I can’t promise it every time, of course. You never know when the urge might strike.” His fingers squeezed slightly around hers, eyes dropping for a moment to their conjoined hands. Though, yes, I believe it is more usual not to throw things at people you’ve kissed. Snorting, she looked back up at him again. “I haven’t kissed many people, so I can’t say whether or not it’s usual, I suppose.” Her laughter fading back to a smirk, the tease was still in her voice when she added, “You’re the only one I’ve thrown something at, though. Maybe you’re just special.”
Gods, but this was all so strange. Had it been Emilios sitting next to her, the relentless quips would have felt normal, comforting even. While Achilleas didn’t seem to mind, it still felt so odd to her, to so casually speak like this with the man who had done his best to keep his distance from her so long. Not for the first time, she wondered if she had known of his feelings before, if things would have been different. To find out so suddenly as it accompanied a marriage proposal… perhaps that was not so strange for someone of their status, but it still felt out of order. Had they known this was what their future would hold, would it feel so strange now?
It seemed no matter how much Theo tried to pull herself out of her own head, she couldn’t seem to stay out. Would things get easier with time? Would she stop questioning every decision he or she ever made? Would she ever be able to leave behind what she felt for his brother, or at least seal it off enough that it wouldn’t invade her thoughts at every given opportunity? Could she ever feel for Achilleas what she felt for Emilios, or had it truly been a once-in-a-lifetime feeling? And if she did, what did that say about her?
Was all of this wrong? Should she have fought harder? So many questions, with no answers to be found. She had a feeling she would never know.
I’ll be a good husband to you.
That, at least, she wouldn’t question. Even through their various confusions and misunderstandings, Theodora knew that Achilleas was a good man. No matter how she felt about this entire situation, there was no doubt of that. What she did doubt, however, was if she could be a good wife to him. Gods knew she would try; she had known her whole life what her duty was meant to be. But just how far could trying go?
“I know you will be,” she murmured in return, turning to face him more fully and covering their conjoined hands with the one that remained to her. “I will do everything in my power to be as good a wife to you as you deserve.”
She could only pray ‘everything in her power’ was good enough.
Perhaps I had already considered the risk and deemed the rewards worth it.
She laughed at that, glancing up from her lap to meet his gaze again. “Just consider yourself lucky I don’t have anything to throw this time. I can’t promise it every time, of course. You never know when the urge might strike.” His fingers squeezed slightly around hers, eyes dropping for a moment to their conjoined hands. Though, yes, I believe it is more usual not to throw things at people you’ve kissed. Snorting, she looked back up at him again. “I haven’t kissed many people, so I can’t say whether or not it’s usual, I suppose.” Her laughter fading back to a smirk, the tease was still in her voice when she added, “You’re the only one I’ve thrown something at, though. Maybe you’re just special.”
Gods, but this was all so strange. Had it been Emilios sitting next to her, the relentless quips would have felt normal, comforting even. While Achilleas didn’t seem to mind, it still felt so odd to her, to so casually speak like this with the man who had done his best to keep his distance from her so long. Not for the first time, she wondered if she had known of his feelings before, if things would have been different. To find out so suddenly as it accompanied a marriage proposal… perhaps that was not so strange for someone of their status, but it still felt out of order. Had they known this was what their future would hold, would it feel so strange now?
It seemed no matter how much Theo tried to pull herself out of her own head, she couldn’t seem to stay out. Would things get easier with time? Would she stop questioning every decision he or she ever made? Would she ever be able to leave behind what she felt for his brother, or at least seal it off enough that it wouldn’t invade her thoughts at every given opportunity? Could she ever feel for Achilleas what she felt for Emilios, or had it truly been a once-in-a-lifetime feeling? And if she did, what did that say about her?
Was all of this wrong? Should she have fought harder? So many questions, with no answers to be found. She had a feeling she would never know.
I’ll be a good husband to you.
That, at least, she wouldn’t question. Even through their various confusions and misunderstandings, Theodora knew that Achilleas was a good man. No matter how she felt about this entire situation, there was no doubt of that. What she did doubt, however, was if she could be a good wife to him. Gods knew she would try; she had known her whole life what her duty was meant to be. But just how far could trying go?
“I know you will be,” she murmured in return, turning to face him more fully and covering their conjoined hands with the one that remained to her. “I will do everything in my power to be as good a wife to you as you deserve.”
She could only pray ‘everything in her power’ was good enough.