[ he looks upon her again like he had that day on the set — a fierce intensity behind those amber eyes, blazing proud as he always had, and likely as he always will be. no, she has no doubt he would soar to whatever heights he aims for. and it would be far, far above anything that she could ever even hope to reach.
and that is how it should be, anyway. her time in the spotlight is long past. and like the ways of the world she will always speak so critically about, unlike the younger members of their party who still have so much passion to burn, she has already long since made her peace with the fact that nothing will change for her. ]
...Thank you, Ferdinand. But you don't owe me that. You don't owe me anything at all.
[ she smiles at him now, managing something warm, if a little bittersweet. now that he is standing again, it isn't difficult at all for her to reach out, rest a hand upon his blushing cheek and coax him to look back up at her once more. it is not unlike the touch he had given her, not too long ago, though somehow hers feels much more like a parting gift than the welcoming gesture he had made for her. ]
You have already given me... a most wonderful gift. You reminded a faded old star like me what it felt like to be truly wanted. However much of that was you or the role or the moment, for at least that time, I felt like I could shine again. And now you give me your kindness, so that I can look back on that moment with fondness instead of shame. So — thank you. That is already far more than I could ask for from you.
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and that is how it should be, anyway. her time in the spotlight is long past. and like the ways of the world she will always speak so critically about, unlike the younger members of their party who still have so much passion to burn, she has already long since made her peace with the fact that nothing will change for her. ]
...Thank you, Ferdinand. But you don't owe me that. You don't owe me anything at all.
[ she smiles at him now, managing something warm, if a little bittersweet. now that he is standing again, it isn't difficult at all for her to reach out, rest a hand upon his blushing cheek and coax him to look back up at her once more. it is not unlike the touch he had given her, not too long ago, though somehow hers feels much more like a parting gift than the welcoming gesture he had made for her. ]
You have already given me... a most wonderful gift. You reminded a faded old star like me what it felt like to be truly wanted. However much of that was you or the role or the moment, for at least that time, I felt like I could shine again. And now you give me your kindness, so that I can look back on that moment with fondness instead of shame. So — thank you. That is already far more than I could ask for from you.