[ the duke of meropide is a heavy title to bear, and not many can carry its weight. that wriothesley commands the respect that he does and the fortress maintaining its autonomous status is a testament to his character and the hard work he'd put in to not only survive, but to lead it. this is not something clorinde has forgotten, but she understands now, where that respect comes from and why it is deserved.
something softens in her expression, her fingers cupping the strong line of his jaw as she brushes her thumb over the corner of his mouth. trust is not something he gives often, if at all, and the weight of this too is not lost on her. it's humbling in its own right, and she briefly feels put on the spot despite the desire that she has no choice but to acknowledge now. it would be a disservice to squander it, however, and as her touch smooths down to his chin, she makes her decision.
she loosens her hold on the leash and comes to a stand, pulling it taunt again when he gets up from the table. the heels she's wearing give her a little extra height than her normal boots, so she doesn't need to tug him down too much to bring him to her eye level. ]
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something softens in her expression, her fingers cupping the strong line of his jaw as she brushes her thumb over the corner of his mouth. trust is not something he gives often, if at all, and the weight of this too is not lost on her. it's humbling in its own right, and she briefly feels put on the spot despite the desire that she has no choice but to acknowledge now. it would be a disservice to squander it, however, and as her touch smooths down to his chin, she makes her decision.
she loosens her hold on the leash and comes to a stand, pulling it taunt again when he gets up from the table. the heels she's wearing give her a little extra height than her normal boots, so she doesn't need to tug him down too much to bring him to her eye level. ]
Then be a good boy and find us a room, won't you?