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[He smiles thinly in acknowledgement, and drops his gaze back down to the top of Rosana's head, studying the pattern of her stripes.]

So there's where it gets difficult.

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hassaran

[ Her head bobs in a string of little nods, not unsympathetic. She may not approve of the piracy, but she can appreciate that they're his friends. ]

Do you think any of them would do it?

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staysail

Some might. Those that wouldn't--I wouldn't blame 'em. I'd send them on their way with a blessing.

[And, besides peer pressure:]

It changes a great deal. For them. For myself as well. Not really, not in practice. I've been here with you. With Riftwatch, [to clarify, though it's no secret who he has been here for.] I've been here, and I'm not sorry for it. It would still be a change.

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hassaran

It would. [ Yseult concedes that easily.

After another moment, she shrugs and smiles at him, faintly apologetic. ]

It's your decision, I'm not going to try to sway you one way or the other.

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staysail

[He glances up at her, makes a quick study of her. A little smile flicks into place on his face as well.]

Sort of wish you would. Might be easier to decide.

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hassaran

[ Her smile brightens a watt or two, and she eases to her feet and into the brief space between her chair and his knees. With him sat on her desk they're of a height, even easier than usual for her to lean in and press a kiss to his lips, one fingertip beneath his chin to tilt it where she likes. ]

I'm glad it's difficult, [ she says, drawing back just enough for him to see she's still smiling, ] It shows you're taking it seriously.

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staysail

[Darras smiles back--helpless, as usual, to do anything else, when met with a smile from Yseult. The pressure of her fingertip under his chin is familiar, and so is her kiss, and both in the best way. He would do anything for her. But that's not what she wants. The why should be different--not only for her, for everything else. He is starting to feel it.]

Not helpful.

[--teasing. He leans back in to kiss her again.]

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hassaran

[ Yseult is unrepentant, his mouth stopping a soft chuckle in the back of her throat. ]

Sleep on it. [ She offers this advice while shuffling a step nearer, nudging his knee wider with a hip to make room. She nips at the lower lip he'd been worrying at earlier and draws him into a deeper kiss. ] It'll be clear in the morning.

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staysail

[He makes a noise of agreement--both quieted and distracted by her kiss, the mere proximity to her. A very convincing argument, this.]

You make it difficult to choose sleep over you, y'know. Not an easy thing to ask of me either.

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hassaran

[ Her laugh is quick and half muffled against his jaw, her answer by the press of her mouth to its underside just past where his beard ends, where she can feel his pulse beneath the skin. When did she start unbuttoning his shirt? ]

I didn't mean right this minute.

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staysail

[It's a pulse that is a little quicker now--but then, she'd have known that before she kissed him. Probably she was counting on it. Darras tips his head back obligingly, grinning.]

Many minutes from now. Maybe.

[Many minutes. His skin prickles as her hand slips against his chest, and he takes hold of her wrist, and tries to shift this so he can kiss her, so he can push off of where he's seated and get close to her.

It's distraction, the best sort. And it leaves little room to think of careers, or ships, or anything but the moment. Yseult's eyes, and her mouth, and the push of her hands and the grip of her fingers and her legs and breasts and every bit of her, and it's the morning when Darras rolls onto his side and looks down at her, the way the sunlight from the window softens her face and gives her a kind of halo. He twines a strand of her hair around his finger. It's long since fallen out of any sort of braid or twist, and lays loose and lovely across the pillow. So does Yseult, with a blanket tucked around her and otherwise only bare skin, beautiful.]

I'll try it.

[Picking up a conversation from hours ago. It's easier to say now. She's the whole world. What else matters but her.]

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hassaran

[ It's early still, the hall outside quiet and the courtyard below, too. A seagull squawks in the distance, and they can almost imagine they hear the lap of the waves against the base of the island. Yseult smiles, and brushes sleepy fingers against the nearest bit of his chest. ]

Be sure. Like you said, it's a big change.

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staysail

It is. But I'd rather make a change now and have something to show for it at the end, instead of doing nothing and lose it all. A bloody ship doesn't do much good if the world's half ended.

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hassaran

True. [ Yseult traces of the star tattooed on his chest, pads of her fingers sliding down the lines of each point. ] And you're not doing it because you think I want you to?

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staysail

[It puts a crick in his neck to smile down at her, but of course he does.]

I do most things 'cos I think you want me to. Or I think you'd like it if I did. I don't mean it badly. Just that I think that's what it is, being in love.

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hassaran

[ Her eyes slip briefly shut, smile soft. Maker knows they've fought about this--this narrow focus of his, the apathy it leaves over for the rest of the world. ] It's hard to object when you put it that way.

[ She lays her palm flat on his chest for a moment, and then slides her hand around his side, tugging him nearer so she can tuck her face somewhere around his collarbone. ]

Does it bother you that I don't do that? Most of what I do is things you'd never choose.

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staysail

Be pretty conceited of me if I was in love with someone who is exactly me.

[He lets himself be pulled closer, wraps an arm around behind her back and pulls her closer still, so she's tucked right up against him, her breath warm against his skin.]

It's bothered me. When we've fought, it's bothered me. But I'm wiser about it now, about all of it. I love you because of who you are and what you care about. The choices that you make, I love you for those as well, even if they're not what I would choose to do. That's how I've come to square with it. If you were any different, you wouldn't be yourself. I love you enough to understand that.

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hassaran

[ Yseult presses a kiss, just beside where the bone dips down to form the hollow of his throat. And she leaves her lips resting there for a long moment, maybe two or three even, a soft hum sent from her throat to his and allowed to trail off as she thinks. He knows her well enough to tell that's what she's doing, that something in what he's said has caught at her and she needs a minute to pick her way through it and find what she wants to say. ]

I know I've said I want you to change. And in a way, I did. Do. But I don't want you to think I don't love you properly. I don't want you not to be yourself. I just don't believe all of that selfishness really is you. It's not how I've seen you. I just want you to be the man you are with me all of the time.

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staysail

[He spends the time waiting for her response patiently, curling a strand of her hair around one of his fingers, gentle about it. The light warm pressure of her lips, the thoughts in her head.]

I know you love me.

[This tower room might be any room at all. It's easy to say things here, laid across the bed with Yseult, like they're home. The distant crash of the waves could be the surf at the bottom of the cliff. It takes no imagination to change the seagulls to gulls more familiar, the sunshine to their sun.]

But I am selfish. I can't help that. What I love, I love. I'll always be that. If you stand back and you let me fall in love with being a vice-admiral, with all of this--it'll never be the same as how I love you. Or my ship. It might come close.

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hassaran

[ Her laugh is a soft puff of air against his skin and the press of fingertips into his back. Her tone is a little dry, but all fond. ]

I know, I don't need you to love it the way you love me. Or your ship. I just mean--

[ Here she pauses again, struggling--as she always has, every time they've tried to talk their way around or through this obstacle--to get the precise shape of her thoughts clear and sharp enough to fit into words. ]

A few weeks after we were married, we walked up the coast so you could show me that bay where the dolphins come, do you remember? And on the way back, we came across that man whose wagon had gotten stuck in the mud on the way to market. It was late, and we were tired, but you offered to help push it out almost before he'd asked. And a few years ago when that terrible lightning storm set those houses on fire south of the village, you ran down as soon as we saw. You helped make sure everyone was safe, and you carried water, you even carried those goats out of the barn, remember they bit you? You didn't do those things just to please me. That's who you are.

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staysail

[Of course he remembers: Yseult standing on a rock a little ways off the road, the wind pulling her hair out of her braid, she'd started talking to the ox while Darras was pushing on the cart with the man, and when Darras had kissed her on the beach she had tasted like the saltwater, and when he kissed her after the cart was free, she'd taste the same. And then the fire, in the night, painted bright against the sky. Everyone's faces pale under the soot, shining eyes, clasping his hands. The dawn then pink at the lining of the sky, Yseult wrapping his thigh in the cottage. She'd bit the other thigh, just a little, teeth grazed against skin. And Darras had laughed, they had both smelled of smoke and he was sore all over so she'd climbed on him once they were in bed, rubbed her fingers against his skin until he had to kiss her, ask her.]

We think of it different. [He winds another strand of her hair around his finger, gentle.] When I think about those times, I think about you. You're there.

Maybe I mix it up. Maybe I think of it all being about you 'cos I'm thinking of you.

Edited (srry its a new keyboard) Date: 2020-07-14 03:21 am (UTC)

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hassaran

I'm there, [ she agrees, the faintest prickle of her nails grazed over his skin. ] And maybe you wrestled that goat under your arm and carried it out because you thought I'd roll my eyes at you if you said you'd dropped it when it bit you. Or pushed the cart harder to impress me. But it can't all have been for me. That first instinct to help, to be kind and generous, that's just you. That was in you before you ever met me.

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staysail

[He looks up at the ceiling as she talks, skin prickling under her fingers.]

I think of it differently. You think bigger than I do. I think of people. Helping people, people I care about. And it's hard, then, to make it bigger. You start adding in--things. It starts to feel less about people.

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hassaran

[ She follows the prickle with a soothing hand, fingers spread broad and flat, palm pressed firm. ]

As long as you think of helping people. I don't care if we disagree about how. [ A beat, and then, dry again, brisker and a little self-deprecating: ] Well. I do care, because I'll think you're wrong, but I can live with it. As long as you're not the kind of man who sees a house on fire and goes back to sleep, or only thinks of what he might pocket from the ashes.