[Wow, why people thinking he's married. He just has a lover. Who's thinking about marriage? Certainly not him. He's still opening up to the concept of being loved and cherished like this.
This isn't about him though. It's about her.
Except she asks that, so he guesses he still needs to pull personal anecdotes. Wriothesley had always been honest though. He rarely truly hides his feelings. His gaze softens as he looks down at the tea in his cup.] The regret of not at least telling him how I feel would weigh heavy on my heart in the end.
[He places his cup down.] As you know, I had liked him for awhile and I know he knew how I felt, but never once did he ever bring it up. He most likely wanted to make sure I felt ready to confront those feelings. It so happened that I had dreamt of him slipping through my fingertips that night.
[He laughs softly. It's rare for Wriothesley to probably speak about such a vulnerable moment, but it sounds like Clorinde needs to hear it and he also doesn't mind speaking on it.] He comforted me and then he gave me a gift. [The matching earring that sits on his left lobe, after all, was not a style that he commonly wore. Not when he kept to very plain jewelry.]
It made me realize that I was a fool for holding back in the first place. I rather experience potential heartbreak than to never experience the chance of that kind of happiness. [And while Wriothesley was content with his life, the man rarely had any selfish goals; the things he was striving for had always been for the betterment of others.]
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This isn't about him though. It's about her.
Except she asks that, so he guesses he still needs to pull personal anecdotes. Wriothesley had always been honest though. He rarely truly hides his feelings. His gaze softens as he looks down at the tea in his cup.] The regret of not at least telling him how I feel would weigh heavy on my heart in the end.
[He places his cup down.] As you know, I had liked him for awhile and I know he knew how I felt, but never once did he ever bring it up. He most likely wanted to make sure I felt ready to confront those feelings. It so happened that I had dreamt of him slipping through my fingertips that night.
[He laughs softly. It's rare for Wriothesley to probably speak about such a vulnerable moment, but it sounds like Clorinde needs to hear it and he also doesn't mind speaking on it.] He comforted me and then he gave me a gift. [The matching earring that sits on his left lobe, after all, was not a style that he commonly wore. Not when he kept to very plain jewelry.]
It made me realize that I was a fool for holding back in the first place. I rather experience potential heartbreak than to never experience the chance of that kind of happiness. [And while Wriothesley was content with his life, the man rarely had any selfish goals; the things he was striving for had always been for the betterment of others.]