...my heart skipped a beat when we first met. I didn't realize it just then, but I think that should have been my first clue.
[she looks down into her glass of rice wine.]
But... I wanted to be around him. I found myself missing him, when I could not see him. I found myself excited to join social events that I otherwise would have no interest in, just as soon as I heard that he was there and that there might be a chance for us to meet.
When I really realized that I loved him, though... it was when I would imagine my future. Before, I always imagined it in the abstract. Someday, I would meet a man and marry him; I would have a husband, and with that husband, I would start a family. But then my imaginings became more specific. it was not just the idea of a husband I imagined, it was him. It was not just any child I imagined carrying; it was his child.
To want so badly for him to be a part of my future... what else could it be if not love?
[ he listens.... and yes, he does think of how this ends. he thinks about how this man ended up making waner a concubine, and how yves doesn't approve.
but it's still sweet. so sweet. his expressions as someone who loves love so dearly, and he'll reach to take her hand just so that he can hold onto it. to be able to get that much closer to even a piece of her warmth ]
... I see. Thank you for sharing part of your love with me.
I do hope... that everything can work out for you both, when you return.
[so sweet it is maybe a little saccharine. but she will let yves hold her hand and give him a gentle squeeze back, even as her face falls.]
...I hope that as well. [her other hand comes up to rest over her heart.] I love him, but I do not know... how much more of it I can take, if it remains the same.
When I realized I had fallen in love, I did not ever think that love could hurt.
[ he smiles softly at that. he knows how much love and loving others can hurt, when it is all he does. even though he does not know the level of betrayal that waner does.
he probably wouldn't be strong enough to walk away. ]
... it's alright to choose yourself. I think he should've been choosing you, too. After all you've given.
Even if I hope it doesn't come to that. It'd be nice if he came to his senses.
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[although honestly the relationship between hawke and anders did not seem particularly healthy to her but like, what does she know]
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... yeah. Maybe.
[ but he doesn't sound convinced ]
How did you know, Waner? That you love your husband?
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[she looks down into her glass of rice wine.]
But... I wanted to be around him. I found myself missing him, when I could not see him. I found myself excited to join social events that I otherwise would have no interest in, just as soon as I heard that he was there and that there might be a chance for us to meet.
When I really realized that I loved him, though... it was when I would imagine my future. Before, I always imagined it in the abstract. Someday, I would meet a man and marry him; I would have a husband, and with that husband, I would start a family. But then my imaginings became more specific. it was not just the idea of a husband I imagined, it was him. It was not just any child I imagined carrying; it was his child.
To want so badly for him to be a part of my future... what else could it be if not love?
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but it's still sweet. so sweet. his expressions as someone who loves love so dearly, and he'll reach to take her hand just so that he can hold onto it. to be able to get that much closer to even a piece of her warmth ]
... I see. Thank you for sharing part of your love with me.
I do hope... that everything can work out for you both, when you return.
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...I hope that as well. [her other hand comes up to rest over her heart.] I love him, but I do not know... how much more of it I can take, if it remains the same.
When I realized I had fallen in love, I did not ever think that love could hurt.
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he probably wouldn't be strong enough to walk away. ]
... it's alright to choose yourself. I think he should've been choosing you, too. After all you've given.
Even if I hope it doesn't come to that. It'd be nice if he came to his senses.
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[she keeps her gaze low.]
Perhaps, if I become the sort of person who could be redeemed, I will have become the sort of person that he would fight for to make his wife.
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He should have fought for you already. That's not on you, that's him.
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...anyway. That is how I knew that I loved him. [...] Have you asked many people that sort of question? What sort of answers do you usually hear?
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Most people here are single... So I'm waiting to watch love bloom...
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... but I've seen it sweep in during truly hopeless situations. There is always room for love.
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