[ Ah, such a nice day. A nice day for Mary, newly recovered from her bout of illness, to be in a bookstore and frowning at the shelves rather intently. Careful-- she's so deep in thought any sudden noise or movements might just startle her. ]
[Alas, Arles has no idea he's about to step on a nervous ticking Mary timebomb. He's rather engrossed himself-- while he enjoys reading and Cerealia lends him quite a lot of free time, today is different. He's shopping for Guillan.
And he hasn't the slightest where to begin.
At least a sigh will be Mary's forewarning before there's a deep voice, with the barest trace of surprise, saying:] Ah, Mary.
[ It sure is a cover of two passionate-looking young men entwined in an embrace oops-- Mary doesn't seem all that embarrassed though, accepting it with some relief. ]
[And they're biased... While his time with Elvira was something that felt magical, he couldn't say that everything was all flowers and sunshine. Not when she was Mejojo's fiancee first.
And then other things happened.]
Perhaps someone who has been in love would be able to tell you more.
[As good a reason as any, it seems that Arles mumbles to himself before he raises one shoulder in a light shrug.]
...I was in love, once.
[There's always that sadness in him when he remembers Elvira, but he's still able to speak of it.] Ten years ago. I doubt books can quite get across how unbearably anxious you can get when you're in love.
Indeed. When you're in love, you're no longer the center of your own world.
It's different from friendship. Much stronger. [Arles considers how to word it, how to put voice to the feelings that he had, still has, into words.] When you love, you feel as though you would do anything for that person. You wonder what would make them happy.
Naturally, you worry about hurting them. As much as I was happy being with Elvira, I didn't wish to see her unhappy, much less hurt. I worried about that. Even little arguments.
[Arles smiles-- a small one, tinged with sadness.] What else do you wish to ask? Mind, I would like to ask a favour of you once I finish answering what I can.
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And he hasn't the slightest where to begin.
At least a sigh will be Mary's forewarning before there's a deep voice, with the barest trace of surprise, saying:] Ah, Mary.
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My apologies. I didn't mean to surprise you.
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[He's just going to idly glance down at the book he caught before holding it back out to her--]
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Thank you... I'd feel bad if it got damaged.
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In other worlds, at least.]
Were you thinking of buying it?
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[ She is completely serious. ]
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Any particular reason for that interest?
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Have you already looked at fairytales? Those seems to have a lot of true love in their stories.
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[ If this is how she makes herself useful, she's fine with it. ]
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[And they're biased... While his time with Elvira was something that felt magical, he couldn't say that everything was all flowers and sunshine. Not when she was Mejojo's fiancee first.
And then other things happened.]
Perhaps someone who has been in love would be able to tell you more.
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[ IS THIS A BAD THING TO ASK-- ]
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[Arles's eyebrows lift slightly-- but he just chuckles.] Why me?
[Does he give off the impression that he's been in love??]
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...I was in love, once.
[There's always that sadness in him when he remembers Elvira, but he's still able to speak of it.] Ten years ago. I doubt books can quite get across how unbearably anxious you can get when you're in love.
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It's different from friendship. Much stronger. [Arles considers how to word it, how to put voice to the feelings that he had, still has, into words.] When you love, you feel as though you would do anything for that person. You wonder what would make them happy.
Naturally, you worry about hurting them. As much as I was happy being with Elvira, I didn't wish to see her unhappy, much less hurt. I worried about that. Even little arguments.
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[ ... is what she's getting from this. ]
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Some are willing to sacrifice many things so that they may make their loved ones happy. [He would've done anything, to save Elvira--]
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[ It's just a feeling. ]
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[Arles smiles-- a small one, tinged with sadness.] What else do you wish to ask? Mind, I would like to ask a favour of you once I finish answering what I can.
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[He sounds a little uncomfortable, but when has that ever stopped him from forging on?]
That's not the only reason I called. I had something to ask you.