Oh, come on, just look at him. Is he not the picture of old wisdom?
Darras shoots her a look over his shoulder as he clicks his tongue against his teeth, false shock. He gives her an amused little smile. As her husband, he is uniquely able to read intention in her where someone else might misunderstand. (Usually. She can obfuscate like nothing when she really wants to. She isn't this time.)
"And here I was thinking it was a delight to you."
He turns back to the hearth and carefully tents two logs over the little whisper of flame he's coaxed to life.
"Joking," in case she can't read his tone (but of course she can, she always can, sometimes too well). "I know you don't. It's a difference in us. I'll cave to what I want the moment I want it. You're better at ruling yourself. I hate it of you. I love it of you, too."
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Date: 2022-01-14 02:09 am (UTC)Darras shoots her a look over his shoulder as he clicks his tongue against his teeth, false shock. He gives her an amused little smile. As her husband, he is uniquely able to read intention in her where someone else might misunderstand. (Usually. She can obfuscate like nothing when she really wants to. She isn't this time.)
"And here I was thinking it was a delight to you."
He turns back to the hearth and carefully tents two logs over the little whisper of flame he's coaxed to life.
"Joking," in case she can't read his tone (but of course she can, she always can, sometimes too well). "I know you don't. It's a difference in us. I'll cave to what I want the moment I want it. You're better at ruling yourself. I hate it of you. I love it of you, too."