Arry immediately softened at Finn's response, which was just so very, very... Finn. His ire didn't rise at his lover's sharpness, he was direct and placating and it worked.
"You'll serve the sentinels better than I ever could..." Arry conceded. First it was Finn's poetry, now his diplomacy. If anyone ought to have been a reigning prince, it was this enlightened despot before him. Who could say no to those innocent eyes? Arry had sworn his fealty that night on the roof after performing their song, and he'd never looked back.
"You don't make me feel that way." Arry corrected, "I feel that way because it's how I learned to communicate, before I met you. How I learned to problem solve and appease... offer comfort." He nodded, comprehending Finn's desire to delve.
"I understand that. I hope it doesn't seem as though I'm pushing you to repress them, or to cast them off in support of me. And you're being so good about it. You don't let it show in public, but I'm so tied up in you that I can't always tell what's clear to the bystander versus what's obvious to me." His eyebrows raised, as Finn came to what felt like the heart of this issue.
"Oh..." He bit his lip and considered. "I haven't been good about that, have I?" He frowned, pursing his lips. "I do hope you know that I don't think that way. As this conversation may suggest, I don't think of you as a mere equal- but as my superior in many, many regards. I don't think elves are better than humans. Gods and dragons, maybe..." He offered with a jovial smile that he hoped would be infectious, "But elves just live longer and have more trouble putting on weight. We aren-... They aren't better that you. No one is better than you." He sighed, shaking his head.
"I feel softer than I've ever felt, honestly. Money, luxury... They say these things don't bring happiness, but they cast off worry like nothing else. I wish I could make you understand, Finn, that I've only fallen more deeply in love with you since we've been here. All this worry that I'll lose faith in us... That I'll turn into some unassailable edifice... it couldn't be further from the truth." The fingers of the hands Finn kissed curled in and grazed his face.
"Let us sing and have new experiences, as you say. And if anyone says aught to you about your being less-than, one of the activities we can explore together is melting their brains with the might of our Craft."
"You'll serve the sentinels better than I ever could..." Arry conceded. First it was Finn's poetry, now his diplomacy. If anyone ought to have been a reigning prince, it was this enlightened despot before him. Who could say no to those innocent eyes? Arry had sworn his fealty that night on the roof after performing their song, and he'd never looked back.
"You don't make me feel that way." Arry corrected, "I feel that way because it's how I learned to communicate, before I met you. How I learned to problem solve and appease... offer comfort." He nodded, comprehending Finn's desire to delve.
"I understand that. I hope it doesn't seem as though I'm pushing you to repress them, or to cast them off in support of me. And you're being so good about it. You don't let it show in public, but I'm so tied up in you that I can't always tell what's clear to the bystander versus what's obvious to me." His eyebrows raised, as Finn came to what felt like the heart of this issue.
"Oh..." He bit his lip and considered. "I haven't been good about that, have I?" He frowned, pursing his lips. "I do hope you know that I don't think that way. As this conversation may suggest, I don't think of you as a mere equal- but as my superior in many, many regards. I don't think elves are better than humans. Gods and dragons, maybe..." He offered with a jovial smile that he hoped would be infectious, "But elves just live longer and have more trouble putting on weight. We aren-... They aren't better that you. No one is better than you." He sighed, shaking his head.
"I feel softer than I've ever felt, honestly. Money, luxury... They say these things don't bring happiness, but they cast off worry like nothing else. I wish I could make you understand, Finn, that I've only fallen more deeply in love with you since we've been here. All this worry that I'll lose faith in us... That I'll turn into some unassailable edifice... it couldn't be further from the truth." The fingers of the hands Finn kissed curled in and grazed his face.
"Let us sing and have new experiences, as you say. And if anyone says aught to you about your being less-than, one of the activities we can explore together is melting their brains with the might of our Craft."
