( it is difficult for emilia to imagine it as well, though she tries. he is so inscrutable at times, even to her, and she knows this stoicism is by design. they live in a world where secrets are currency, a world where any and all weaknesses are used against you.
and still. he had wings, once. she imagines wrath would enjoy the flight, were the scaled beasts not unsettled by him. emilia knows now there is nothing like it: to soar so high above the very clouds stir. her beloved tanzie can never know it. )
It can be. In ways I would not have imagined, not at first.
( he well knows her initial reservations. how they've sought to protect their minds and bodies. and now ... tightness gathers in her throat, and emilia is quick to banish it. ) It will be hard to let her go. ( he doesn't need to tell her that she'll have to. )
no subject
and still. he had wings, once. she imagines wrath would enjoy the flight, were the scaled beasts not unsettled by him. emilia knows now there is nothing like it: to soar so high above the very clouds stir. her beloved tanzie can never know it. )
It can be. In ways I would not have imagined, not at first.
( he well knows her initial reservations. how they've sought to protect their minds and bodies. and now ... tightness gathers in her throat, and emilia is quick to banish it. ) It will be hard to let her go. ( he doesn't need to tell her that she'll have to. )