[They fit together comfortably, and she isn't shy about cuddling up against him now, head on his chest, eyes half-shut with pleasure that's only half motivated by acquisition. He'll have housework to do if she gets him out of here, make no mistake-- but she's always happy to be with him. It's just less of a secret now.
Tomorrow she'll go back to thinking it's best if she disappears.]
I don't know. I thought it would be easier if I didn't. [She pulls back enough to beam up at him, guileless.] Do you want me to? I love you.
[It's not the first time she's said it, though it's the first he's heard it. Chronologically. Complicatedly. She wouldn't, if she weren't cursed, or he weren't; that doesn't entirely make it coercion. But you can't trust someone on a curse day, either.]
[break on through to the other side]
[They fit together comfortably, and she isn't shy about cuddling up against him now, head on his chest, eyes half-shut with pleasure that's only half motivated by acquisition. He'll have housework to do if she gets him out of here, make no mistake-- but she's always happy to be with him. It's just less of a secret now.
Tomorrow she'll go back to thinking it's best if she disappears.]
I don't know. I thought it would be easier if I didn't. [She pulls back enough to beam up at him, guileless.] Do you want me to? I love you.
[It's not the first time she's said it, though it's the first he's heard it. Chronologically. Complicatedly. She wouldn't, if she weren't cursed, or he weren't; that doesn't entirely make it coercion. But you can't trust someone on a curse day, either.]