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likeavierge) wrote2018-10-22 05:13 pm
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[jeanne steps closer to him with that, her composure the same as that he would have witnessed in any jeanne d'arc being dragged to her prison cell.]
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Almost like he thinks he'll taint her by offering such a thing. ]
Have you met someone named Francis Bonnefoy here?
[ He starts straight from that, stepping close to her with his voice lowered, aware of the fact that people may overhear as well. ]
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... Yes. I have. What of him?
[there's a hard look in her eyes—protective. she knows that man's true identity.]
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But the look she has from it is a sign he can go on. She likely knows. ]
And I assume he's told you of his true identity, given who you are?
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I knew it deep inside.
[not in the kind of... deep inside france might someday prefer, but still, her meaning is clear and truthful, even if she didn't exactly confirm his identity until he already mentioned it.]
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I suppose he is a little... obvious.
[ He winces. He isn't ready for this, but-- ] With that in mind, [ Why is this so hard. ] I should reintroduce myself as well.
[ His hand reaches for her arm to stop them from walking. ]
My alias is Arthur Kirkland, however, I'm also known as England.
[ Despite not really wanting to do this, he doesn't turn his gaze from her as he says it. His voice remains firm. ] I assume you know what that means?
[ What it means for her that is. ]
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the moment he says he should reintroduce himself, jeanne's magically-formed heart freezes in a way she hasn't experienced since she was alive. her eyes widen, and her lips hang open, her expression partially frozen in one of near-horror. the thought of it only struck her just now, but with this much hesitation from him, he has to be—
england.
his hand on her can easily stay there. she's not moving anywhere soon. her feet are planted into the ground, and it's like the weight of her body is heavy, her form lifeless. her utterly astounded eyes fixate on his and never leave his gaze, but for a few long seconds she's unsure of how to respond.
then, with energy flowing back into her weak lips—]
... Why didn't you tell me before? When I asked?
[she doesn't look angry, her eyes clouding with emotion; she looks sad.]
You can't tell me that all this time... you think I have held a grudge against you, England?
this hurts me
but it's best to just let her have it sink in for now. He gives her time, while his own stomach tightens and he almost feels like he's going to throw up. A ridiculous notion, given what he is, but guilt and regret are two things he's very good at playing over in his own head. ]
I... was not ready to see your reaction, honestly. [ He doesn't look away at the start, but after saying that he does. Answer enough of what he thinks in response to that question.
Whether or not she does, she should. ]
Though that may have been some of the concern as well. You probably should have. [ His hand drops away from hers, like he'd forgotten he was holding onto her to begin with. ]
good c:
but now, even if he looks away, even if he doesn't touch her, it feels like a bond is there—imperceptible, special. it's not every day she finds herself face to face with a living, breathing man who just so happens to be an embodiment of the force she fought against in life. and he was her adversary, but—
he has to know. she cried for his fallen men just as she did for france's. she lowered their eyelids to allow their corpses peace after death, she prayed for their safe passage into heaven.]
You shouldn't be afraid of me. [she crooks her head.] How can you say that I should have, when it would have served nothing? That you're here with me proves I was right to forgive you.
i see how it is :(
But it doesn't even occur to him that this is probably not a healthy way of living. It's all he's known for a long while--regret and guilt and heartbreak. They feel like something that never leaves.
But maybe, just maybe, he doesn't really know that at all. Not lately, anyway. Time has made him more cynical and bitter, it's hard to believe someone as perfect as she is could exist anymore.
It's why he laughs lowly under his breath now. ]
"Afraid of you" isn't how I'd put it. [ Then softly, under his breath: Fuck.
He wants to take this back and abort already. ]
:)
—Then, intimidated?
[you are not walking away from her, arthur!]
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Which is why he doesn't quite meet her eyes anymore, looking off behind her. To the side. Anywhere but at her face. ]
...Guilty, perhaps.
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[fruitlessly, jeanne tries to meet his gaze again but simply sighs when she's unsuccessful at getting him to look at her.]
Well, we all have reasons to feel guilt. It is a sign of our imperfections.
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Passing on the blame, so to speak. ]
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maybe he will be able to feel it.]
Some things do not change. I can assure you, my feelings have never been different about you. Please accept that. And act in a way that treasures the life you have been given.