[ She can't help but give a quiet, self-depreciating laugh at you're overthinking. Maybe she was, but how could she not?
It was, she thought (overthought), probably not the confession of feelings that most hoped to give or receive. It's not how she did it the first time -- and certainly, she could grab Felassan and just kiss him silly right there. But it wouldn't be fair to anyone. Solas, in particular, of course. They had made a vow, together.
She listens to him speak, looking up at the clouds with him. It's a beautiful day, really. The house lies peacefully, and the sky is calm above. Maybe that's how he can be so calm -- he almost lost being able to enjoy days like this, permanently. But if Beleth could do nothing else, if nothing else could be said of her, it was that she had hope. For Solas, for herself, and now for Felassan. ]
You're right, some things are. I thought that for ten long years. That some people can care for each other, but it doesn't matter. That it isn't enough, in the end. I even thought that I could accept that. [ She reaches, gingerly, and slides her pinkie finger against his. It isn't much, but she hopes it's enough. ] But sometimes, you have to wonder: what if? What if it could be better? What if it could be enough?
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It was, she thought (overthought), probably not the confession of feelings that most hoped to give or receive. It's not how she did it the first time -- and certainly, she could grab Felassan and just kiss him silly right there. But it wouldn't be fair to anyone. Solas, in particular, of course. They had made a vow, together.
She listens to him speak, looking up at the clouds with him. It's a beautiful day, really. The house lies peacefully, and the sky is calm above. Maybe that's how he can be so calm -- he almost lost being able to enjoy days like this, permanently. But if Beleth could do nothing else, if nothing else could be said of her, it was that she had hope. For Solas, for herself, and now for Felassan. ]
You're right, some things are. I thought that for ten long years. That some people can care for each other, but it doesn't matter. That it isn't enough, in the end. I even thought that I could accept that. [ She reaches, gingerly, and slides her pinkie finger against his. It isn't much, but she hopes it's enough. ] But sometimes, you have to wonder: what if? What if it could be better? What if it could be enough?
[ Gentle, she nudges her shoulder against his. ]
I'll talk to Solas.