( Rest. It's a tempting invitation. Did White Lily feel this tired when she had awoken in the faerie kingdom? Had she been running on adrenaline alone, much like he himself was? So much had happened in such a short period of time then, after all.
He doesn't want to worry her, and he'd be a fool to admit that he wasn't exhausted in the slightest. )
... You are right, my flower. Will you come with me?
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Date: 2026-02-02 01:14 am (UTC)You just died. Please, rest. Just a bit.
( she gets it, she does- but she's also a hypocrite sometimes. especially when it comes to his safety.
it feels as though if she looks away once, he'll be gone again, and she hates it. is this how they all felt, before she vanished for good? )
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Date: 2026-02-02 03:39 am (UTC)He doesn't want to worry her, and he'd be a fool to admit that he wasn't exhausted in the slightest. )
... You are right, my flower. Will you come with me?
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Date: 2026-02-12 03:00 am (UTC)lily can't help but beam up at him at the nickname. )
Of course, mon cher. Shall we?