[He does take a few missteps at this point, because, well, he's running his mouth and trying to do this at the same time, but he quickly corrects or does a little shimmy to get back on track.]
Oh, I'm sure-- It's not likely through any talent. Just luck, is all.
[ Primrose is quiet for a minute-- and then she squeezes his hand, still while moving smoothly, but also leans forward-- to lightly knock their foreheads together. ]
I've noticed that you tend to lower yourself in rather subtle ways. And perhaps others have let that slide, but I won't permit it while you're dancing with me.
Your effort and your intelligence, the ability to grasp things quickly, are not things borne entirely of luck. They are your own talents. Accept that or I shall be rather cross with you.
[He opens his mouth, actually, to argue - because there is argument. One that he thinks could be important, and then he misses a step and stumbles a bit. Thinking better of it.]
[ She doesn't want to think that it was remarkably swift of him to agree, like she was expecting protest-- then again, she has to wonder if she just knows too many stubborn types. Even Ophilia was tenacious, in her need to assist others without compromising her values.
There's still too much about Molly that she doesn't know about, so she can't say for certain. But...
She leans back, shifts the waltz into something in-beween-- not as slow as when she'd guided him through the steps, but not as swift now. ]
I won't know your thoughts if you don't speak them. However, there's also no obligation for you to.
[ It's not as though she speaks her own mind all that often. If he's fine letting it go, that's also fine with her. ]
[It isn't that he's not stubborn about these things, just that he's more . . . difficult to pin down on them. It's easier to lie and flirt and twist out of the way of it, a whirling dervish, than push back head on to anything he doesn't quite want to face.
He's quiet for another minute, humming while he thinks it over. then adjusts his hand and moves to give Primrose a spin.]
[The steps are slower now, while he talks, thinking this over. it isn't exactly the easiest conversation, and one that he so rarely volunteers. but maybe things are a little different here. if you hide it, the part where it's dragged into the light is more painful and brutal than you can imagine. could be a little better to share, willingly, for once.]
So someone that had this body, at one time, knew how to speak, how to read. How to hold a sword and use his blood for power. Maybe how to dance.
So that was why. She's never heard of a situation like this-- a body once belonging to someone else now being inhabited by another person... well, no. Hadn't that been somewhat similar to what she'd gone through last week?
But that was still different, and she's quiet as she thinks it through. He's taking the time to talk to her about it, and from his hesitation, it's clearly not easy. It's likely best not to ask further questions, unless he's willing to entertain them. So for now, Primrose presses her forehead to his shoulder. ]
What I said... might have been insensitive. Pray forgive me.
[Oh, when she presses her forehead to his shoulder, he slows down even further, leaning his cheek against her a bit - careful so she doesn't get stabbed with a horn, but, enough so she feels he's there.]
No forgiveness necessary, but you may have it anyway. [He squeezes her hand, where it's in his.] Besides! I've taught it loads of useful things. Reading the cards, finding good flowers in hard places, a few really really good jokes about clerics and orcs, and I'll take credit for the dancing.
[He'd felt it was right to ask. Besides, he'd seen how she'd felt about being told to do something she'd rather not. And the permission itself is part of the thrill, isn't it? Yes, you may.
He does so dramatically as always, leaning her into a dip and kissing her, as if they were on a stage.]
[ He's not wrong. Given the choice, Primrose would rather... well, be given the choice. To be reminded that this is no longer something she must endure for the sake of revenge. She can let someone her because she wants them to, and she muses over this for all of three seconds before Molly dips her.
Primrose is not as dramatic but still a performer, enough to point one foot and curl her fingers over his shoulder as she kisses him back, warm and encouraging. Not that she thinks he'll drop her. ]
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Oh, I'm sure-- It's not likely through any talent. Just luck, is all.
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I've noticed that you tend to lower yourself in rather subtle ways. And perhaps others have let that slide, but I won't permit it while you're dancing with me.
Your effort and your intelligence, the ability to grasp things quickly, are not things borne entirely of luck. They are your own talents. Accept that or I shall be rather cross with you.
[ You won't like her when she's cross!! ]
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As you say, then. Consider it done.
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There's still too much about Molly that she doesn't know about, so she can't say for certain. But...
She leans back, shifts the waltz into something in-beween-- not as slow as when she'd guided him through the steps, but not as swift now. ]
I won't know your thoughts if you don't speak them. However, there's also no obligation for you to.
[ It's not as though she speaks her own mind all that often. If he's fine letting it go, that's also fine with her. ]
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He's quiet for another minute, humming while he thinks it over. then adjusts his hand and moves to give Primrose a spin.]
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One doesn't usually spin during a waltz, but nothing wrong with a little improvisation. ]
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You know how when you've learned to ride a horse, even if you haven't done it for a very long time, your body still seems to remember how to do it?
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Muscle memory... or something along those lines?
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[The steps are slower now, while he talks, thinking this over. it isn't exactly the easiest conversation, and one that he so rarely volunteers. but maybe things are a little different here. if you hide it, the part where it's dragged into the light is more painful and brutal than you can imagine. could be a little better to share, willingly, for once.]
So someone that had this body, at one time, knew how to speak, how to read. How to hold a sword and use his blood for power. Maybe how to dance.
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So that was why. She's never heard of a situation like this-- a body once belonging to someone else now being inhabited by another person... well, no. Hadn't that been somewhat similar to what she'd gone through last week?
But that was still different, and she's quiet as she thinks it through. He's taking the time to talk to her about it, and from his hesitation, it's clearly not easy. It's likely best not to ask further questions, unless he's willing to entertain them. So for now, Primrose presses her forehead to his shoulder. ]
What I said... might have been insensitive. Pray forgive me.
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No forgiveness necessary, but you may have it anyway. [He squeezes her hand, where it's in his.] Besides! I've taught it loads of useful things. Reading the cards, finding good flowers in hard places, a few really really good jokes about clerics and orcs, and I'll take credit for the dancing.
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Those are all rather useful things. I can only claim the dancing, myself, but finding good flowers in hard places does seem to be a helpful skill.
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[Anyway, now they're mostly just swaying so. Lightly:]
Got another thing I'm really quite good at.
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[ And she turns her head to speak a little more clearly. ]
And what would that be?
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Really really good at kissing.
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Is this a fact you tell all your dance partners?
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[Though. I mean.
big thot vibes from molly here.]
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Primrose doesn't so much as bat an eyelash, though, even as she cants her head slightly. ]
Yes, Molly, you can kiss me.
[ What a weird thing it's been, granting permission here rather than being ordered to. ]
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He does so dramatically as always, leaning her into a dip and kissing her, as if they were on a stage.]
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Primrose is not as dramatic but still a performer, enough to point one foot and curl her fingers over his shoulder as she kisses him back, warm and encouraging. Not that she thinks he'll drop her. ]