[Unseen, to himself, safe from Marisol: Nikos smiles. He loves his cousin. He doesn't say it to her, and will not say it to her, trusts instead that she knows it of him.
This is why. She's capricious, in her way, imperious and passionate about matters both trivial and inconsequential--but passionate about the right things, too. Scratch her pretty surface and there is steel beneath. Gold-plated, but true, and he trusts that more than anything.
Which means that he avoids responding to that part for the moment, lest he appear too full of feeling.]
If Kostos comes near your hair, why do my hands pay the price? Can't you tell us apart?
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Date: 2018-12-12 09:03 pm (UTC)This is why. She's capricious, in her way, imperious and passionate about matters both trivial and inconsequential--but passionate about the right things, too. Scratch her pretty surface and there is steel beneath. Gold-plated, but true, and he trusts that more than anything.
Which means that he avoids responding to that part for the moment, lest he appear too full of feeling.]
If Kostos comes near your hair, why do my hands pay the price? Can't you tell us apart?