[he's surprised by this and raises his head fully, feeling himself flush all over. What is he supposed to make of that kind of compliment? He wants to remember it and keep it tucked away in his heart, especially since most people seem to feel the opposite.
If only Ed had been a young woman with estate enough to attract his father's eye and then -- well they'd still sail the boundless sea but they'd do it together. Maybe Ed could still grow the beard. Some women could. There was a great aunt of his who did and he thought it had looked rather charming. Though not as charming as Ed's.
Maybe he could also be on the more flat chested and narrow hipped side with broad hands and rangey muscle and the perfect mouth. They didn't make mouths like that just anywhere.
He realizes he's stopped and hasn't done anything but stare at Ed softly for...well he doesn't know how long for but it's probably going to make things awkward]
Sorry I was imagining you with lips.
[that didn't come out right but he realizes obliquely he should say something he felt in return. Something about nights? Perhaps? No...]
You-- listen. My days are bright too. [it's not enough but it's hard to think so he pats Ed's chest with his free hand, right above the heart, and hopes that suffices]
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If only Ed had been a young woman with estate enough to attract his father's eye and then -- well they'd still sail the boundless sea but they'd do it together. Maybe Ed could still grow the beard. Some women could. There was a great aunt of his who did and he thought it had looked rather charming. Though not as charming as Ed's.
Maybe he could also be on the more flat chested and narrow hipped side with broad hands and rangey muscle and the perfect mouth. They didn't make mouths like that just anywhere.
He realizes he's stopped and hasn't done anything but stare at Ed softly for...well he doesn't know how long for but it's probably going to make things awkward]
Sorry I was imagining you with lips.
[that didn't come out right but he realizes obliquely he should say something he felt in return. Something about nights? Perhaps? No...]
You-- listen. My days are bright too. [it's not enough but it's hard to think so he pats Ed's chest with his free hand, right above the heart, and hopes that suffices]