It won't always be, Polnareff knows. That's the nature of things, he's long since learned. Nothing good stays, but that just means you've got to enjoy the hell out of it as long as it lasts. Throw yourself into something a hundred percent, always take another drink or stay up another hour or steal another kiss, because who knows what tomorrow will bring?
So it is with Marie. This won't last, and not even because he's pretty sure sleeping with your servant is probably frowned upon in most circles. But because by her very nature, she isn't meant to stay for long. She's meant to go back into that mysterious place where she lives (and god knows he doesn't understand most of it, he's not the intellectual of the group).
But she's here now, and so is he. And there's a shack, and a beach, and she fits so perfectly beneath his arm as he sprawls on his back in something like a bed. He'd been dozing, lulled to sleep by too much time in the sun and a day full of work. Is she asleep? (Does she even need to sleep?) It's hard to say.
Still, he won't be loud, just in case. Polnareff glances down, trying to crane his neck without actually moving his body, just in case she's out for the count.]
i heard you wanted smooches, also some vague fgo au??
It won't always be, Polnareff knows. That's the nature of things, he's long since learned. Nothing good stays, but that just means you've got to enjoy the hell out of it as long as it lasts. Throw yourself into something a hundred percent, always take another drink or stay up another hour or steal another kiss, because who knows what tomorrow will bring?
So it is with Marie. This won't last, and not even because he's pretty sure sleeping with your servant is probably frowned upon in most circles. But because by her very nature, she isn't meant to stay for long. She's meant to go back into that mysterious place where she lives (and god knows he doesn't understand most of it, he's not the intellectual of the group).
But she's here now, and so is he. And there's a shack, and a beach, and she fits so perfectly beneath his arm as he sprawls on his back in something like a bed. He'd been dozing, lulled to sleep by too much time in the sun and a day full of work. Is she asleep? (Does she even need to sleep?) It's hard to say.
Still, he won't be loud, just in case. Polnareff glances down, trying to crane his neck without actually moving his body, just in case she's out for the count.]