In all honesty, he was waiting for her to lash out at him. At the situation. At anything and everything. He knew his wife, and treasured even her fury.
"No, it does not," he quietly agreed. "And accidents do happen."
France heard and understood that hesitation, and raised a hand to once more slide gentle fingers through her hair. Playing with silver strands that he'd missed dearly.
"These days, we are mostly conserving our history. The arts. Rebuilding and building anew. The monarchy has been abolished," there might have been a bit of a shudder that ran through him at that and he had to pause for a moment before continuing. "We do a lot of trade, and mingle with other cultures." And there was a bit of a wry tone there. Clearly a story was hidden within simple words.
"Ah, but I will have to take you around Paris, and Versailles." The fondness in his voice was obvious. He really couldn't help but love them, being what he was.
Then he shook his head as he remembered one thing that, if left unsaid so early in their conversation, would get him into a heap of trouble. "I should tell you that Makalaure never sailed, and has yet to Fade. Though he has begun to, he continues to wander here and there. He knows what I am."
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Date: 2015-03-21 08:48 am (UTC)"No, it does not," he quietly agreed. "And accidents do happen."
France heard and understood that hesitation, and raised a hand to once more slide gentle fingers through her hair. Playing with silver strands that he'd missed dearly.
"These days, we are mostly conserving our history. The arts. Rebuilding and building anew. The monarchy has been abolished," there might have been a bit of a shudder that ran through him at that and he had to pause for a moment before continuing. "We do a lot of trade, and mingle with other cultures." And there was a bit of a wry tone there. Clearly a story was hidden within simple words.
"Ah, but I will have to take you around Paris, and Versailles." The fondness in his voice was obvious. He really couldn't help but love them, being what he was.
Then he shook his head as he remembered one thing that, if left unsaid so early in their conversation, would get him into a heap of trouble. "I should tell you that Makalaure never sailed, and has yet to Fade. Though he has begun to, he continues to wander here and there. He knows what I am."