[Lobelia can't contain his mirth under that deluge of kisses, peals of laughter pushing past his lips. It's so rare that Lobelia's laughter rings without a single trace of malice behind it, but he's nothing if not happy right now. Happy, happy, happy. He squeezes Vergilius' hands in his own like the precious treasures they are.]
Oui, oui! I'll have to do my utmost to learn from your example, won't I? Ah, but I have much to learn, so teach me well! S'il vous plaît!
[It's his turn to steal a kiss, much too pleased with himself when he does. Kisses are better than murder? It's more likely than you think.]
Of course I am! Still, it would be foolish of me to claim that I know all there is to know.
[insulting his intelligence smh.................. but there's nothing in particular he needs Vergilius to do for him. Time and exposure will aid in understanding the man and his particular brand of affection, just as it has with understanding him in general.]
Mm... I am, without a doubt. [Lobelia knows this for a fact, but saying it aloud really drives the point home.] Je n'ai jamais été aussi heureux.
[Sometimes turning it off and on again really is the solution. For what it's worth, Lobelia is always happy to help Vergilius reorient his heart... so long as he'll simply respawn afterwards, that is.]
Heheh! You'll have to learn more of my language, won't you? I said that I've never been happier.
[And it feels like something neither of them deserve, and yet here they are. Slowly releasing Vergilius' hands, Lobelia folds him into an embrace once more. This time, his grip is certain and strong, no trembling to be felt.]
And yet it's as real as you or I. Dreamlike as it feels, I intend to make the most of it.
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[Yeah, sure, another kiss for him, capped off with a little pleased huff.]
Actions and all that. [One more kiss for good measure.] They're important.
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Oui, oui! I'll have to do my utmost to learn from your example, won't I? Ah, but I have much to learn, so teach me well! S'il vous plaît!
[It's his turn to steal a kiss, much too pleased with himself when he does. Kisses are better than murder? It's more likely than you think.]
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[But sure. He's already taught him, he'll teach him again. Even with kisses. Put down the sword, kiss a Frenchman. All in a day's work.]
[There's a happy rumble in his throat at the kiss, like a big cat purring.]
Hey. [A pause, if just to brush nose against nose, holding the other's hands gently.] Are you happy?
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[insulting his intelligence smh.................. but there's nothing in particular he needs Vergilius to do for him. Time and exposure will aid in understanding the man and his particular brand of affection, just as it has with understanding him in general.]
Mm... I am, without a doubt. [Lobelia knows this for a fact, but saying it aloud really drives the point home.] Je n'ai jamais été aussi heureux.
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[LOBELIA HAS CHANGED!!!!!]
[Or basically, they made each other worse and better. At this time, holding Lobelia, Vergilius would say he feels better.]
[Funny how having your heart pulled out will change things in your life.]
I have no idea what you just said. But I'll take that especially as a resounding "yes".
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Heheh! You'll have to learn more of my language, won't you? I said that I've never been happier.
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[A little pause.]
Good. [That's good. He's happy. He's also happy. It feels so strange....] Ah. It feels like a dream.
[This feels too good to be true.]
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[And it feels like something neither of them deserve, and yet here they are. Slowly releasing Vergilius' hands, Lobelia folds him into an embrace once more. This time, his grip is certain and strong, no trembling to be felt.]
And yet it's as real as you or I. Dreamlike as it feels, I intend to make the most of it.