[ Hm. If only he had planned past this moment. The sharp gaze and flat tone are enough to scare any man away.
Jehan is not any man. One simple word is not enough to justify leaving beauty like this alone. And yet, and yet. It's less about running away scared and more about respecting her wish to be alone. ]
I'm... sorry to have disturbed you. [ With all the bright eyed, soft-smiled sincerity in the world, ] You are fare too beautiful for me not to say something.
[ Jehan, a man of five languages and poetry the length of your leg, can be lacking in certain other areas. Such as social interaction, for example. He should be excusing himself. Yet, here he stands, admiring her as any other flower. Only more. Oh so much more. ]
[ His sincerity actually makes her feel a touch regretful at her own irritation. Wednesday is an intimidating force, cold and stoic, but she is not without compassion; she just displays it differently than the average person. Compliments such as this are unusual. Her expression softens. Or rather, her lips no long form a thin, stern line when she turns to face him fully, lowering her weapon to rest against her hip. ]
Do you always accost young women in the park with flowery complments? [ It isn't in an accusatory tone. She is genuinely curious about his attentions. ]
[ A reaction! However soft and subtle, one still all the same! It only makes his smile grow wider and his natural reserve keeping it down. Keeping himself drawn inward. His shoulders do not slouch, but his hands dare not leave his side. His eyes frequently cast downward. ]
Only when her beauty compels me, so... Never before.
[ An honest question with an honest answer. And now for an honest question in return, once again as sincere as any man is capable. ]
[ Oh, he's shy. Wednesday, as quiet as she is prone to being most of the time, is bolder in her stance, her gaze eerily unwavering now that he has captured her attention. ]
Oh.
[ If she could blush, this would be the appropriate moment. ]
Yes, actually. I've been told I'm quite strange. [ She lifts a shoulder to shrug, indifferent to the reactions of people outside her family bubble. ]
[ He offers one in return, his smile never wavering. In speaking he is shy, in action he is not. Once the waters are tested, he is upright and eyes on hers. ]
As have I. But to everyone, at least one someone is strange.
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Jehan is not any man. One simple word is not enough to justify leaving beauty like this alone. And yet, and yet. It's less about running away scared and more about respecting her wish to be alone. ]
I'm... sorry to have disturbed you. [ With all the bright eyed, soft-smiled sincerity in the world, ] You are fare too beautiful for me not to say something.
[ Jehan, a man of five languages and poetry the length of your leg, can be lacking in certain other areas. Such as social interaction, for example. He should be excusing himself. Yet, here he stands, admiring her as any other flower. Only more. Oh so much more. ]
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Do you always accost young women in the park with flowery complments? [ It isn't in an accusatory tone. She is genuinely curious about his attentions. ]
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Only when her beauty compels me, so... Never before.
[ An honest question with an honest answer. And now for an honest question in return, once again as sincere as any man is capable. ]
Are you unaccustomed to such praise?
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Oh.
[ If she could blush, this would be the appropriate moment. ]
Yes, actually. I've been told I'm quite strange. [ She lifts a shoulder to shrug, indifferent to the reactions of people outside her family bubble. ]
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As have I. But to everyone, at least one someone is strange.