[ There was little in this world and the next that Clive wouldn't do for Jill- he'd give her the entire universe if he was able to. With the countless trials that had been placed before them, the resolve he had to protect her was more than his life itself, yet that resolved had wavered upon his departure from this star. It was a horrid, terrible realization about how little control he had over this life, and to leave Jill again would be more than he could ever bare. So how she, above anything else, still clung gave him the courage to continue on was just yet another reason why he couldn't spend his life- whether here or back home- without her.
She had picked up the broken pieces of his doubts and worries and put them back together, making him whole once again. Through every doubt and fear she was will there, allowing him to lean on her as she always had. Yet no more did he wish to be a burden to her. He resolved in himself a willingness to be better, to communicate more, and to be the best suitor he could possibly be to Jill.
He was... still learning how to do that, though...
So while she was lost in her reading there is a small creaking of the door as Clive unlocks it from the other side, prying the rest open with his shoulder. Torgal leaps in before him, wagging his tail and greeting Jill with a soft pant. ]
I've returned. And with enough bread to feed an entire army, from the look of it.
[ He notes, presenting the bundle of different pastries from their local bakery.
The book in her arms does catch his attention though, and with a small raise of his eyebrow does Clive inquire: ]
[The creak doesn't register, so deep is Jill in the glossy pages of the catalog when Clive comes home. It is only when Torgal's cool frosthound breath coasts along the back of her hand that she startles upright, eyes wide in surprise as she shoves the book between her back and the couch, looking all like one who has been caught doing something against the law.
She was fully aware that he could walk in at any moment, what with her being the one to mention she had an idle inkling for an almond scone earlier and Clive, being the man to give Jill the world at any time, was more than willing to take a trip to the bakery and get her one. Yet Jill neglected to truly pay attention to the hour at hand, especially since she didn't want to be seen as some silly lass wishing for something she cannot have.]
Um... no?
[Even as the better liar of the two, she finds difficulty in doing it to Clive's face.]
[ It was curiosity more than anything that lead Clive to quickly dismiss his bearings to the side of the counter, moving at a pace nearly inhuman to close the distance between them.
Never was he one to pry, but with Jill's odd dismissal of it all, it had his eyes tracing her back and beyond to where the item had been so obviously hidden. ]
[She hopes he ignores her actions and brushes the situation aside much like how she's certain he's ignored the stash of indecent romance novels Jill's hidden under their mattress, but it seems luck is not in her favor. Clive even comes closer and looks to where she's hidden the booklet and Jill can't help but blush under his scrutiny.]
It's... silly. Laughable, even.
[While he's never laughed at her embarrassment before, she's convinced this will be the first moment of him doing so because really, wedding gowns? It's almost as foolish as thinking she could ever be loved as a person.
[ Oh yes, he's known about the stash due to Torgal's indecent rummaging, but will he ever bring it up? Never. This on the other hand, with its open presentation, had him feeling a bit more at ease to address.
Though, with her sudden avoidance, maybe this was also the same thing... ]
Laughable? Your interests are nothing of the sort.
[ He won't come closer than his initial foot or two, but he's not exactly retreating either, giving her the space she needed to feel comfortable. ]
But if it is secrets you wish to keep, then secrets they shall remain.
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She had picked up the broken pieces of his doubts and worries and put them back together, making him whole once again. Through every doubt and fear she was will there, allowing him to lean on her as she always had. Yet no more did he wish to be a burden to her. He resolved in himself a willingness to be better, to communicate more, and to be the best suitor he could possibly be to Jill.
He was... still learning how to do that, though...
So while she was lost in her reading there is a small creaking of the door as Clive unlocks it from the other side, prying the rest open with his shoulder. Torgal leaps in before him, wagging his tail and greeting Jill with a soft pant. ]
I've returned. And with enough bread to feed an entire army, from the look of it.
[ He notes, presenting the bundle of different pastries from their local bakery.
The book in her arms does catch his attention though, and with a small raise of his eyebrow does Clive inquire: ]
My apologies. Was I interrupting?
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She was fully aware that he could walk in at any moment, what with her being the one to mention she had an idle inkling for an almond scone earlier and Clive, being the man to give Jill the world at any time, was more than willing to take a trip to the bakery and get her one. Yet Jill neglected to truly pay attention to the hour at hand, especially since she didn't want to be seen as some silly lass wishing for something she cannot have.]
Um... no?
[Even as the better liar of the two, she finds difficulty in doing it to Clive's face.]
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[ It was curiosity more than anything that lead Clive to quickly dismiss his bearings to the side of the counter, moving at a pace nearly inhuman to close the distance between them.
Never was he one to pry, but with Jill's odd dismissal of it all, it had his eyes tracing her back and beyond to where the item had been so obviously hidden. ]
For your eyes only, I presume?
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It's... silly. Laughable, even.
[While he's never laughed at her embarrassment before, she's convinced this will be the first moment of him doing so because really, wedding gowns? It's almost as foolish as thinking she could ever be loved as a person.
Though, that has been proven wrong, hasn't it?]
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Though, with her sudden avoidance, maybe this was also the same thing... ]
Laughable? Your interests are nothing of the sort.
[ He won't come closer than his initial foot or two, but he's not exactly retreating either, giving her the space she needed to feel comfortable. ]
But if it is secrets you wish to keep, then secrets they shall remain.