Re: BALLAD AND LANCE'S THREAD
Her eyebrows draw together; a cloud on her brow, when he says he doesn’t want her to feel uncomfortable with his presence. Irony, the curve of her mouth still wry, when he says he’d still serve Amber and the King; just from afar. She looks like she’ll comment, but instead she sets her boots up on Lance’s coffee table, crossing her legs neatly at the ankles and listens to the rest of what he has to say. By now it’s clear, or would be to someone paying close attention: Ballad doesn’t rate a confession of love in less than twenty-four hours very highly, and though she’s treating Lance’s declaration of feelings with due gravity, she thoroughly believes (or hopes) he’ll get over it.
“I wish you to stay and become a good Prince of Amber; to defend this kingdom and our kin; to let wonder and pleasure at this whole glorious mess of a reality kindle where it may. To listen to me should I ever try to warn you of danger, even if I can't tell you everything," which is a strange add-on, but that's Ballad for you. "I wish you to like yourself more than you seem to like yourself, Lance! And for you, if you are ever sorry about me, to….” Ballad glances at Lance and she seems sorry, a little beseeching.
“Why... you know, we’re going to know one another for centuries. And probably get to thoroughly know one another. All the way down to the marrow I expect, unless things go terribly and one of us is murdered. I don’t … If it gives you peace, and even if it doesn't, I'll tell you this for a sigh: I haven’t been embarrassed, I don’t understand why I should be, and wistful hearts don't cause me discomfort. That's your business. Hearts do what they want.”
Here: the hopeful lilt of a smile, the suggestion of something luminous, an invitation — although restrained. “But I am, and will be, sorry if you ever find me unkind.”
There. How's that? Did she get away with it?
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