gnis had rather hoped, with the distance, over the phone, that his hesitation could pass by unnoticed, and now it felt like such an awkward, unwieldy thing that it was a shock he'd ever thought she wouldn't catch it in the first place.
But even the fact that she had, and that softness in her voice...certainly made it a bit cruel, really, that the conversation could make something like that palpable, while things like skin, and hair, and lips were not.
And delayed strike was a missed strike. Hesitation turned what could be a mortal blow into just a mere nick, if even that.
Ignis cleared his throat.
"Well," he finally said, "if we're to speak more pleasant slumber than that brought on my dusty generals and stagnant prose..."
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gnis had rather hoped, with the distance, over the phone, that his hesitation could pass by unnoticed, and now it felt like such an awkward, unwieldy thing that it was a shock he'd ever thought she wouldn't catch it in the first place.
But even the fact that she had, and that softness in her voice...certainly made it a bit cruel, really, that the conversation could make something like that palpable, while things like skin, and hair, and lips were not.
And delayed strike was a missed strike. Hesitation turned what could be a mortal blow into just a mere nick, if even that.
Ignis cleared his throat.
"Well," he finally said, "if we're to speak more pleasant slumber than that brought on my dusty generals and stagnant prose..."