i was dead when i woke up this morning (semi-closed)

[offtune]

Who: lancelot (flugels), zero (offtune), and friends
What: fortunately not a selfcesting log but a catch-all for my characters in november!
When: all of november
Where: throughout wyver
Warning(s): none yet, will update!

[ As mentioned above, this isn't a completely closed log; it's just a general catch-all for everything in november, not necessarily pertaining to game events. if you'd like a starter, feel free to pm me here or on plurk here: coldwars. ]

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[cajolery]

Oh—yes, for my hand in... marriage, naturally.

[ Here, her blush deepens, though she can't explain why. Marriage and starting a family were important goals for her future back on her world—they still are, she supposes, though this new adventure certainly throws a wrench in the whole process. The end of the war with Rigel and the new era of peace it ushered in should've been the perfect time for her to turn her eye more towards matrimony...

Now she has to start over again. Besides, things are just different here. If she could find someone like Lancelot though, then maybe... she looks away, tugging on a stray lock of her hair. ]

Though, I have yet to receive any proposals... [ Hm, how about that. ] But that is only natural, I suppose, with my skills as a lady knight, as well as my family's power and consequence. It must be quite intimidating, after all!

[flugels]

[ and lancelot actually finds the sudden break in confidence... cute. as though she's embarrassed by that very fact. looking closer at her now - perhaps in a more... romantic light, he does see why she would be in such demand. she's smart, strong, and positive. that's not even accounting for the fact that she is truly beautiful.

he didn't want a repeat of the deep shame he felt back in that alley, but it was difficult not to let his mind stray back to that very moment-- their bodies flush against eachother. he remembers the tempo of her heartbeat back then, against his own beating heart. ]

I can't imagine one can simply propose to a lady knight as yourself. Not unless a man considers himself worthy.

[ he laughs lightly. ] Although, it is strange that the locals have considered us... compatible for such a thing. If I may be so bold, I might even consider myself among your suitors were I from your world. Unfortunately, there is hardly time for any of that in my world.

[ looks like there is time now?? :yeah: ]

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[cajolery]

[ And boy howdy, does a man have to be worthy for her. She has high standards, which is probably... also why... nobody has ever proposed to her. Maybe only Gray would ever be stupid enough to do so. But thanks, Lancelot, for not doubting her intimidation reasoning at all and just going with the worthiness thing.

She just nods in reply, her eyebrows raised as if she hadn't really considered the man's perspective at all. (She hadn't, but it does make a lot of sense. They'd need a lot of accomplishments to earn her hand, obviously.) ]

You would? [ Consider himself among her suitors. She's taken aback by the idea, and the plain way he puts it—her heart feels like it skips a beat, hearing him say that. ]

I suppose... [ Yes, they're both knights, aren't they? It's only natural. She even had that exact conversation with Fernand, before the coup, about how joining the knights only gave her more opportunity to mingle with upstanding, like-minded men. But somehow, she hadn't really made the connection... that way. Before now. ]

I suppose you are right, given our station. Ah! Perhaps that is why these locals have sensed us to be a match.

[cajolery]

[ A beat passes, and then a sudden look of surprise crosses her face, tinged with embarrassment. ]

For this pact, that is! [ Not marriage!!! ]