[And yes, though he wouldn't admit it to her before, he had thought about it. First at the masquerade, when they had shared a room and she had been in heat. He had tried to be a gentleman about the whole thing when she turned down his offer to help, but even if he'd framed it as a joke at the time, he would have readily gone along with it if she said yes. Had even imagined afterwards how it might have gone, how it would have been easiest to compensate for their differences in size. (The bath, or the bed...?)
But he didn't want to think of a friend, or an ally, or whatever they were in those terms, so he quietly put that fantasy away. She wasn't an object, and wanted to be treated with the dignity she deserved, when she felt so embarassed and inconvenienced by her inhuman status in a world designed mostly for humans. Now, on the other side of it, though, he realises she must think that not only is she unloveable, but seemingly undesirable, too.
His eyes trail along the equine half of her body, the sleek dark tail and the dun coat, the strong muscles which not so long ago were quivering with anxiety. Even in moments of her so-called weakness, they're inextricably Hayame, the person he loves. What kind of monster would pick and choose what to love and what to ignore about someone's body?]
And I'm a human. [His gaze moves back to her face, even as she avoids looking directly at him. He's not someone from the same world who had enslaved her people, but a human all the same. Even without that, he's comparatively frail, weak, and probably not at all an adequate partner for a jinba, when he really thinks about it. But for someone whose entire life's work was to remove the dividing lines between peoples, it just seems like a triviality to him.]
I think you're beautiful exactly as you are, Hayame. I love every part of you, and I'd make sure you knew it.
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[And yes, though he wouldn't admit it to her before, he had thought about it. First at the masquerade, when they had shared a room and she had been in heat. He had tried to be a gentleman about the whole thing when she turned down his offer to help, but even if he'd framed it as a joke at the time, he would have readily gone along with it if she said yes. Had even imagined afterwards how it might have gone, how it would have been easiest to compensate for their differences in size. (The bath, or the bed...?)
But he didn't want to think of a friend, or an ally, or whatever they were in those terms, so he quietly put that fantasy away. She wasn't an object, and wanted to be treated with the dignity she deserved, when she felt so embarassed and inconvenienced by her inhuman status in a world designed mostly for humans. Now, on the other side of it, though, he realises she must think that not only is she unloveable, but seemingly undesirable, too.
His eyes trail along the equine half of her body, the sleek dark tail and the dun coat, the strong muscles which not so long ago were quivering with anxiety. Even in moments of her so-called weakness, they're inextricably Hayame, the person he loves. What kind of monster would pick and choose what to love and what to ignore about someone's body?]
And I'm a human. [His gaze moves back to her face, even as she avoids looking directly at him. He's not someone from the same world who had enslaved her people, but a human all the same. Even without that, he's comparatively frail, weak, and probably not at all an adequate partner for a jinba, when he really thinks about it. But for someone whose entire life's work was to remove the dividing lines between peoples, it just seems like a triviality to him.]
I think you're beautiful exactly as you are, Hayame. I love every part of you, and I'd make sure you knew it.