[It's odd at times to think of how far she's come, but as Ezio's arms wrap around her and pull her in and she allows her body to simply relax into his she can't help marvel at how natural it is for her to be so soft. She has always struggled with that, always hidden her true feelings behind a mask of indifference to do her best to avoid breaking down in battle over the things weighing on her heart, but it would be a lie to say Ezio hasn't played a large role in opening her up to her true feelings.
He's lifted so much of the weight of the burden of her lies from her shoulders and the thing that means the most is that she's sure he knows that.
She knows he understands and that more than anything else is all she needs to know there will never be another human like him. When she pulls back from the kiss, reluctant though it may be, she has a smile for him.]
I think if I gave you a representation of my heart it wouldn't have the same effect, but I'll find something. Something to show that you hold a piece of me as well.
[She could literally take her "heart" out and put it in his hands but something tells her that wouldn't go over all that well.]
[Coming to terms with the fact that she wasn't human, not in the way he had always heard them defined, had been difficult. Thinking that her feelings had been manufactured, that they weren't real had almost damaged him beyond repair. Had almost destroyed them, what was so true and steadfast. Their bond was strong, and it was very, very real.
Having her actual heart, some mechanical part of her taken out and handed to him would likely hold some great symbolism, and he no longer held any delusions that her inner workings were flesh and blood like his own. But she was far more human than almost any other he had ever known. Her spirit was human. Her soul was human. And that was all that mattered.
Kissing her now, slow and soft, as if he could somehow pour all of the love and devotion he felt for her into each and every connection of their lips. Before gently resting his forehead upon her own, sighing softly with contentment before speaking.]
I already know. [It was like a weight that had settled at the bottom of his heart, the knowledge that she was always with him, even when they were apart.
Easing away from her, hands slipping from about her waist to catch her hands, fingers intertwining to slowly draw her towards the long wicker bench.] Come. There is more I wish to give you.
[Of course she goes. She follows him like she's on strings attached to him, like she's suspended in air and caught up in his gravity. These feelings are something she didn't know she could ever feel, let alone for a human, and she knows that there's a portion of them that are unhealthy. She would do anything for him, do anything to stay by his side, and as they sit she can't find anything wrong with that thought.
Still, they promised to be honest and she has vowed to keep nothing from him...]
Gifts are something that I have trouble with, Ezio. If you give me too much more it's going to be... troublesome.
[Already she wants to tell him to stop, that she needs nothing else, but as she looks up at him she knows she could never deny him.]
One more. Any more than that and I'll never catch up in paying you back for them.
[When she looks at him like that, like there's nothing on earth that she could ever deny him. Like he's the center that her world revolves around. Like everything else has faded away and all she can see is him, it makes him fall a little deeper, a little further, and he wonders if there's ever going to be an end to how much he loves her.]
You owe me nothing. It is enough that you are here. [Her being alive was enough.]
I was granted the opportunity to make a request. A gift in return for pleasing our honored Mr. Nissen. [Of course, it had only taken participating in an orgy to do so, but it had been entirely worth it.] I asked that when we both leave here, that you be allowed to come with me.
If you wish it, 2B, we may both go back to Rome when our time here is finished. [Deep within his chest his heart was pounding with reckless abandon, wildly out of control in fear that she would say no, that she wouldn't want this. That she would be angry at him for asking for it, for suggesting it.] You can have another chance there.
The very thing she's longed for that this place has given her, but at a terrible cost. There are humans here who would die to leave, who are not happy. If she could leave, wouldn't she? If she could find her salvation in a world where humans weren't forced to share their bodies, to give what they didn't want to give away, where they lived in freedom and happiness with no tattoos to mark who is Submissive and who is not...
Of course she wants that. Of course she would choose him, this human who has become so much more than a contract, more than a lover or a friend to experiment with, more than a gentle hand to teach her how to please men and move on.
This human loves her as no other can and it brings tears to her eyes, makes her tremble. He loves her enough to ask for her to receive his gift in her place after what he'd done in the name of Mister Nissen's strange desires. She had been his first thought and it's too much for her to handle.
Her head drops forward and her tears spill, her throat constricts when she tries to speak to answer him, but her heart has never felt so light.]
Cristina's last words had always remained a heavy weight upon his heart, sinking it like a stone in a sea of agony and he could do nothing to stop it. He hadn't been able to save her despite how very desperately he had wanted to. He had lost his first love to the finality of death, and there were no second chances to be had.
But there was a chance, small and fragile, that he would be able to save this love, this woman who sat before him with the entirety of his wounded heart cradled within her chest. That he would be able to save her from the nothingness that awaited her should she return to the world from which she had come.
And he desperately wanted to save her.
She trembles, body reacting to his words and he reaches for her without hesitation, an apology already upon his lips. But her head drops forward and the tears come and he realizes within that moment, within that split second that last no longer than a heartbeat, that he can take absolutely any one's tears but hers.]
Please, my love. Don't cry. [Strong arms wrap around her, draw her in close, bring their bodies together until she's sitting in a bundle upon his lap. Pads of fingers go to pale cheeks, softly, carefully wiping away tears he hadn't meant to make her spill.]
[She's easy to pull close when she wants to be there as much as he wants to put her there, quick to turn her face up to those gentle, soothing touches and let him wipe her tears away. The number of times she's cried is so small and it's never, never been from a feeling of such pure happiness.
She's only ever felt sorrow and pain, hopelessness, before coming here.
And he had been the first human she found, the first one to show her what her body was capable of.
The only one to show her what her heart was capable of.]
It's because I'm happy. [She tries to reassure quickly, covering his hand with one of hers and turning her head to press a kiss to his palm.] To offer to do something like this...
[And yet she'll never be close enough. Even in their most intimate moments, when there's absolutely no space between them and every inch of their bodies are molded together she still isn't close enough.
Her words bring about the intended reassurance, his heart finally settling into a more reasonable pattern, his mind calming with the knowledge that it had been happiness that had given her tears life.]
I wasn't able to save Cristina. I can not bear to lose you too. [Even if so long as she were here she would be alive, safe from the virus that would be her end.] It will only work if we go together. I intend to do everything in my power to make sure that happens.
[She brings his hand down to press it over the place her approximation of a heart lies, his gift of that silver heart hanging down low enough to just brush the tips of his fingers.
It's a fitting kind of symbolism, but she doesn't see it in the moment.]
You won't lose me. I think I would follow you no matter where you tried to go.
[There's no heart beating beneath his touch, and it had taken far too long for him to realize that it didn't matter. She didn't need a heart of her own because she had his.
One finger lifts, slowly tracing the outline of the pendant that currently rests against her skin almost absently.]
Mio bellissimo amore. Nothing will make me leave you.
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Date: 2019-01-05 05:19 am (UTC)He's lifted so much of the weight of the burden of her lies from her shoulders and the thing that means the most is that she's sure he knows that.
She knows he understands and that more than anything else is all she needs to know there will never be another human like him. When she pulls back from the kiss, reluctant though it may be, she has a smile for him.]
I think if I gave you a representation of my heart it wouldn't have the same effect, but I'll find something. Something to show that you hold a piece of me as well.
[She could literally take her "heart" out and put it in his hands but something tells her that wouldn't go over all that well.]
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Date: 2019-01-05 10:11 pm (UTC)Having her actual heart, some mechanical part of her taken out and handed to him would likely hold some great symbolism, and he no longer held any delusions that her inner workings were flesh and blood like his own. But she was far more human than almost any other he had ever known. Her spirit was human. Her soul was human. And that was all that mattered.
Kissing her now, slow and soft, as if he could somehow pour all of the love and devotion he felt for her into each and every connection of their lips. Before gently resting his forehead upon her own, sighing softly with contentment before speaking.]
I already know. [It was like a weight that had settled at the bottom of his heart, the knowledge that she was always with him, even when they were apart.
Easing away from her, hands slipping from about her waist to catch her hands, fingers intertwining to slowly draw her towards the long wicker bench.] Come. There is more I wish to give you.
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Date: 2019-01-08 02:19 am (UTC)Still, they promised to be honest and she has vowed to keep nothing from him...]
Gifts are something that I have trouble with, Ezio. If you give me too much more it's going to be... troublesome.
[Already she wants to tell him to stop, that she needs nothing else, but as she looks up at him she knows she could never deny him.]
One more. Any more than that and I'll never catch up in paying you back for them.
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Date: 2019-01-08 02:53 am (UTC)You owe me nothing. It is enough that you are here. [Her being alive was enough.]
I was granted the opportunity to make a request. A gift in return for pleasing our honored Mr. Nissen. [Of course, it had only taken participating in an orgy to do so, but it had been entirely worth it.] I asked that when we both leave here, that you be allowed to come with me.
If you wish it, 2B, we may both go back to Rome when our time here is finished. [Deep within his chest his heart was pounding with reckless abandon, wildly out of control in fear that she would say no, that she wouldn't want this. That she would be angry at him for asking for it, for suggesting it.] You can have another chance there.
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Date: 2019-01-08 03:05 am (UTC)The very thing she's longed for that this place has given her, but at a terrible cost. There are humans here who would die to leave, who are not happy. If she could leave, wouldn't she? If she could find her salvation in a world where humans weren't forced to share their bodies, to give what they didn't want to give away, where they lived in freedom and happiness with no tattoos to mark who is Submissive and who is not...
Of course she wants that. Of course she would choose him, this human who has become so much more than a contract, more than a lover or a friend to experiment with, more than a gentle hand to teach her how to please men and move on.
This human loves her as no other can and it brings tears to her eyes, makes her tremble. He loves her enough to ask for her to receive his gift in her place after what he'd done in the name of Mister Nissen's strange desires. She had been his first thought and it's too much for her to handle.
Her head drops forward and her tears spill, her throat constricts when she tries to speak to answer him, but her heart has never felt so light.]
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Date: 2019-01-08 03:26 am (UTC)Cristina's last words had always remained a heavy weight upon his heart, sinking it like a stone in a sea of agony and he could do nothing to stop it. He hadn't been able to save her despite how very desperately he had wanted to. He had lost his first love to the finality of death, and there were no second chances to be had.
But there was a chance, small and fragile, that he would be able to save this love, this woman who sat before him with the entirety of his wounded heart cradled within her chest. That he would be able to save her from the nothingness that awaited her should she return to the world from which she had come.
And he desperately wanted to save her.
She trembles, body reacting to his words and he reaches for her without hesitation, an apology already upon his lips. But her head drops forward and the tears come and he realizes within that moment, within that split second that last no longer than a heartbeat, that he can take absolutely any one's tears but hers.]
Please, my love. Don't cry. [Strong arms wrap around her, draw her in close, bring their bodies together until she's sitting in a bundle upon his lap. Pads of fingers go to pale cheeks, softly, carefully wiping away tears he hadn't meant to make her spill.]
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Date: 2019-01-08 03:51 am (UTC)She's only ever felt sorrow and pain, hopelessness, before coming here.
And he had been the first human she found, the first one to show her what her body was capable of.
The only one to show her what her heart was capable of.]
It's because I'm happy. [She tries to reassure quickly, covering his hand with one of hers and turning her head to press a kiss to his palm.] To offer to do something like this...
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Date: 2019-01-08 04:04 am (UTC)Her words bring about the intended reassurance, his heart finally settling into a more reasonable pattern, his mind calming with the knowledge that it had been happiness that had given her tears life.]
I wasn't able to save Cristina. I can not bear to lose you too. [Even if so long as she were here she would be alive, safe from the virus that would be her end.] It will only work if we go together. I intend to do everything in my power to make sure that happens.
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Date: 2019-01-18 01:10 am (UTC)It's a fitting kind of symbolism, but she doesn't see it in the moment.]
You won't lose me. I think I would follow you no matter where you tried to go.
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Date: 2019-01-18 02:04 am (UTC)One finger lifts, slowly tracing the outline of the pendant that currently rests against her skin almost absently.]
Mio bellissimo amore. Nothing will make me leave you.