[He's still bothered, and she can hear it in his voice again even as she carefully pulls a chair over so she can sit down.]
Do not apologize. [Not for speaking his mind. If anything, she liked it when people were honest with her and the last thing she wanted to do was to make it so that he'd stop. Veronica leaves the magazine in her lap, following his eyes to where they're setting up and even though she watches, her mind is anywhere but on the lighting rigs.]
I am glad that you like me. I am happy that you do. Truly. It is just...I have always thought that I would like the people I care about to know. I want to see you smile. You have done so much for me, and I would do the same for you. It is not a bother to me. I want to tell you, if you will listen.
[Because she's spent so long back in Zerestria being the forgotten princess. The one whose parents had died when she was young and who had been relegated to a castle far away from the capital, the one who had no real power and no allies in high places, who had spent all her life ignored and talked over and who had grown silent in the face of people she knew did not care enough to listen to her.
And it was because of that, that people who treated her kindly were given the same treatment almost tenfold. Being forgotten only made her more determined to remember people's names, to remember the tidbits of their lives that they fed to her, birthdays for people she would never meet, the names of books she would never be able to read. She took an interest because she wanted to be that someone who would.]
And I am sorry that you are not used to hearing it. I think that you deserve to.
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Do not apologize. [Not for speaking his mind. If anything, she liked it when people were honest with her and the last thing she wanted to do was to make it so that he'd stop. Veronica leaves the magazine in her lap, following his eyes to where they're setting up and even though she watches, her mind is anywhere but on the lighting rigs.]
I am glad that you like me. I am happy that you do. Truly. It is just...I have always thought that I would like the people I care about to know. I want to see you smile. You have done so much for me, and I would do the same for you. It is not a bother to me. I want to tell you, if you will listen.
[Because she's spent so long back in Zerestria being the forgotten princess. The one whose parents had died when she was young and who had been relegated to a castle far away from the capital, the one who had no real power and no allies in high places, who had spent all her life ignored and talked over and who had grown silent in the face of people she knew did not care enough to listen to her.
And it was because of that, that people who treated her kindly were given the same treatment almost tenfold. Being forgotten only made her more determined to remember people's names, to remember the tidbits of their lives that they fed to her, birthdays for people she would never meet, the names of books she would never be able to read. She took an interest because she wanted to be that someone who would.]
And I am sorry that you are not used to hearing it. I think that you deserve to.