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- well, she was sitting at her house in the stupid demiplane that Diamond Queen Elizabeth had a bunch of people stuck in, doodling things in her notebook, but now she's somewhere else. They're on the outskirts of a town, near a pedestal with a pendant on it. There's tape around it, but no glass.
She's so tired of this stuff.
"Seems at least a tiny bit silly to pick an afterlife for someone you're in love with. I assume even Osirian marriages don't persist after death."
"No, they don't. When you're dead you can just do - whatever you want. But - I dunno."
"I mean, I figure if I were really in love with someone I wouldn't want to be parted from them when I died. Just seems - excessive to expect someone to want to be with you for that long, I guess. Though of course as long as you don't pick a bad one you'll still be somewhere livable."
"I'm never going to see my family again and that's - worth it, I couldn't live in Axis. But - I'd like to marry someone who I still want when we're both dead. Even if whatever we're doing looks different, then."
Snuggle hug.
"I did like the bit about you holding me forever and ever."
"I want to hold you forever and ever. And tell you how good and important and wonderful you are."
Snuggle.
"Every time you say something like that it's - so nice, and I keep worrying you're going to be annoyed when you notice exactly how incurably greedy I apparently am for tokens of affection - "
"I forgot to mention that I only like saying nice things to people who don't appreciate it and don't think it's nice and don't want me to keep doing it. - ugh, fairies. I assume we're not entangled with them or they'd have yelled at us when we got back."
"I like lying," he grumbles. " - uh anyway you liking it when I say nice things about you is, actually, good. Rather than bad."
"I guess that's convenient, then. As long as there's not an upper bound of liking after which it instead becomes weird and awkward."
"If you were to start moaning in ecstasy when I complimented you then I would probably need to think through some things to decide when and how I would keep doing it."
"Think you're really smart," he whispers. "Think you're really good to people. Think you're really neat."
" - I should probably be saying nice things to you too but it's kind of hard to think around all of the happy."
"I figure you'll figure out what things you want to say to me at your confusing Chelish pace and I will avoid reading anything into it."
"That's good. - I like you a lot. And - I trust you, and I feel really safe around you, and lately really happy, and - you're important enough to me that I want to be really really sure that I'm not wrong about any of how I'm feeling before I tell you. I think."
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