[ That prompts her to close her eyes in serious thought, doing what she can to keep her expression still as stone. The answer should be obvious: she would never stop wishing or praying for the return of the person she loves most. It's what's driven her for so long — hope and love, burning only at the very, very end of the wick. At her core, she doesn't want to change her wish at all.
But... despite that... she finds herself hesitating to affirm it.
Hundreds of years of lost memories, of never being able to truly reunite, doubt about whether a second wish would even change matters, all pitted against the small flashes of joy she's been able to secure her hands around here... it's hard to be steadfast in keeping the former over the latter. ]
I'd like to always keep that wish in my heart.
[ Her words are sure, genuine, a deep and profound love coursing steady beneath them. But the words are tight, too, brittle with cracks of doubt and eroding hope. It would break her heart to abandon the person she loves, but, there's also only so much she can endure, especially when offered a reprieve as tempting as the one she's been introduced to, through meeting all the guests. ]
But... I'm unsure how much longer I can bear waiting for it to come true. I've held on tight for so, so very long... [ She smiles, but the tug of her lip is sad — mourning, almost. Like a confession: ] Lately... I find myself simply wishing to live happily.
[ Reunion or no, she means. It's devastating, in its own right, thinking about letting go of the wish she's carried for so long, but she can't deny how much lighter her spirit has felt, surrounded by others who talk to her like Giselle — people like him, who invite her to be at their side, and spare a thought for what her wish may be. When it comes down to it, she's exhausted of being in despair, and she doesn't want to invite the chance of more of it, by risking another wish that may go awry. She just wants to be happy again.
Once her eyes open, she keeps her gaze down, brow tensing with conflict. ]
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But... despite that... she finds herself hesitating to affirm it.
Hundreds of years of lost memories, of never being able to truly reunite, doubt about whether a second wish would even change matters, all pitted against the small flashes of joy she's been able to secure her hands around here... it's hard to be steadfast in keeping the former over the latter. ]
I'd like to always keep that wish in my heart.
[ Her words are sure, genuine, a deep and profound love coursing steady beneath them. But the words are tight, too, brittle with cracks of doubt and eroding hope. It would break her heart to abandon the person she loves, but, there's also only so much she can endure, especially when offered a reprieve as tempting as the one she's been introduced to, through meeting all the guests. ]
But... I'm unsure how much longer I can bear waiting for it to come true. I've held on tight for so, so very long... [ She smiles, but the tug of her lip is sad — mourning, almost. Like a confession: ] Lately... I find myself simply wishing to live happily.
[ Reunion or no, she means. It's devastating, in its own right, thinking about letting go of the wish she's carried for so long, but she can't deny how much lighter her spirit has felt, surrounded by others who talk to her like Giselle — people like him, who invite her to be at their side, and spare a thought for what her wish may be. When it comes down to it, she's exhausted of being in despair, and she doesn't want to invite the chance of more of it, by risking another wish that may go awry. She just wants to be happy again.
Once her eyes open, she keeps her gaze down, brow tensing with conflict. ]
...Do you find that cowardly?