[ And yet, for as foreign as he knows it all is for Venat, she's not bad at this at all. (Then again, has she ever truly been bad at anything in her long life? Somehow, he doubts it.) A faint flush rises in his cheeks at that, but he doesn't fluster or try to hide it. ]
Well, loath as I am to leave that spotlight...
[ And he does linger there for a few moments longer, merely smiling at her, bringing a hand up to stroke a few loose strands of hair back. It's a powerful affection he feels, constantly squeezing his ribcage; these small outlets for it matter.
But then he swings around to stand by Venat's side instead, an arm still wrapped around her waist, the other gesturing expansively to the fields, the farmhouse, the barn, that tree off in the distance that's perfect for napping beneath. It's a bucolic, beautiful place, and Maruki has to laugh a little. ]
You'd think that cottages and castles would be the most jarring sights for a city guy like me to contend with, but no. A farm is somehow much stranger. Still, I'm becoming fond of it.
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Well, loath as I am to leave that spotlight...
[ And he does linger there for a few moments longer, merely smiling at her, bringing a hand up to stroke a few loose strands of hair back. It's a powerful affection he feels, constantly squeezing his ribcage; these small outlets for it matter.
But then he swings around to stand by Venat's side instead, an arm still wrapped around her waist, the other gesturing expansively to the fields, the farmhouse, the barn, that tree off in the distance that's perfect for napping beneath. It's a bucolic, beautiful place, and Maruki has to laugh a little. ]
You'd think that cottages and castles would be the most jarring sights for a city guy like me to contend with, but no. A farm is somehow much stranger. Still, I'm becoming fond of it.