So that meant that if he was to marry, it could only be her?
Yes. The logic of that was correct. If he married, she didn't want him to marry someone 'else', and the only person in question was her, so she didn't want him to marry someone other than her. Yes. YES. The logic was correct.
So maybe... maybe she wanted to marry him? She could want to leave him unmarried entirely, which would be terribly presumptuous of her to assume she could control who he did and did not marry - perfectly reasonable because he would let her control that, but very presumptuous to do so...
But maybe... marriage?
He stared at her back for a long minute, thinking through this and trying to stop himself from jumping at the assumption that the logic followed, because she was nothing if not very emotional and illogical. He tucked a hand behind his back to keep it from reaching out and grabbing her. The other curled into a fist while he stepped forward to close the small gap between them and stand right behind her. Close enough his breath could whisper over her hair and send a stray strand or two fluttering to the side.
Dangerously close. She had a habit of knocking into him. But he wanted to be close enough he could- could-
He sucked in a deep breath and let it out, the heat of it tickling along her ear. Shuddering and hesitant. Uncertain.
She could rip his soul apart with a single word.
Hopeful.
He'd come back for more if it meant she still looked at him.
Scared.
He broke his control and reached out shy fingers to curl into her sleeve.
no subject
That wasn't a yes!
...it also wasn't a no.
But it was a-
...a no one else.
No one else
So that meant that if he was to marry, it could only be her?
Yes. The logic of that was correct. If he married, she didn't want him to marry someone 'else', and the only person in question was her, so she didn't want him to marry someone other than her. Yes. YES. The logic was correct.
So maybe... maybe she wanted to marry him? She could want to leave him unmarried entirely, which would be terribly presumptuous of her to assume she could control who he did and did not marry - perfectly reasonable because he would let her control that, but very presumptuous to do so...
But maybe... marriage?
He stared at her back for a long minute, thinking through this and trying to stop himself from jumping at the assumption that the logic followed, because she was nothing if not very emotional and illogical. He tucked a hand behind his back to keep it from reaching out and grabbing her. The other curled into a fist while he stepped forward to close the small gap between them and stand right behind her. Close enough his breath could whisper over her hair and send a stray strand or two fluttering to the side.
Dangerously close. She had a habit of knocking into him. But he wanted to be close enough he could- could-
He sucked in a deep breath and let it out, the heat of it tickling along her ear. Shuddering and hesitant. Uncertain.
She could rip his soul apart with a single word.
Hopeful.
He'd come back for more if it meant she still looked at him.
Scared.
He broke his control and reached out shy fingers to curl into her sleeve.
And softly... so softly.]
Xiao Lanhua. Would you marry this venerable one?