Oh, he very much does. As enjoyable a partner as I have ever had, even [ especially ] whilst drunk and arguing.
[ She smiles rather fondly at the recollection, and recrosses her ankles. ]
As far as the Bai Saheba, she may very well not forgive him what he is. But her forgiveness of him is immaterial. [ She flickers her hand, a graceful dismissal. ] It is you we are concerned with, and you I think she should still respect.
[ a brief pause ]
Eventually, if not immediately.
[ another sip of tea, and a loft of her eyebrows. ]
I imagine you shall not forgive the man I love for what he is, and shall perhaps ever and always at the very least wrinkle your nose at me for my persistence in loving him, but we are still friends, are we not?
[ A bit softer, then, her eyes lowering to the amber of her tea as she thinks of other choices she had made. ]
Any decision one makes may prove to be a poor one, and you may well rue the result, but... if you, thinking back to the person you were, the circumstances you found yourself in, know you should have always made it... [ a small sad smile, when she looks back up. ] Then there is nothing for it but to straighten your back and continue on.
[ Her conversational tone returning, ] He may not have given up his magic, but know you if his feelings on the employment of it—his own, and that of others—have changed?
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Date: 2019-03-16 03:56 pm (UTC)[ She smiles rather fondly at the recollection, and recrosses her ankles. ]
As far as the Bai Saheba, she may very well not forgive him what he is. But her forgiveness of him is immaterial. [ She flickers her hand, a graceful dismissal. ] It is you we are concerned with, and you I think she should still respect.
[ a brief pause ]
Eventually, if not immediately.
[ another sip of tea, and a loft of her eyebrows. ]
I imagine you shall not forgive the man I love for what he is, and shall perhaps ever and always at the very least wrinkle your nose at me for my persistence in loving him, but we are still friends, are we not?
[ A bit softer, then, her eyes lowering to the amber of her tea as she thinks of other choices she had made. ]
Any decision one makes may prove to be a poor one, and you may well rue the result, but... if you, thinking back to the person you were, the circumstances you found yourself in, know you should have always made it... [ a small sad smile, when she looks back up. ] Then there is nothing for it but to straighten your back and continue on.
[ Her conversational tone returning, ] He may not have given up his magic, but know you if his feelings on the employment of it—his own, and that of others—have changed?