[ The conversation had been interesting - and it had left Dimitri thinking about it. It had ended up never all that far away in his thoughts, his mind circling what she had said - what they had both said - about his admission. He still felt a touch embarrassed - but who wouldn't be, honestly? Speaking frankly about one's fantasies or desires wasn't always easy. Especially when one was a king or when you were meant to uphold some vision of yourself that was always 'on'. But in this case... she'd offered to indulge him. To give him what he desired.
That burned away at him. Constantly. Even when they were having a conversation in front of others, the idea of it wormed into him, tugged at his heart, demanded to be spoken aloud again. The door had been opened a bare crack and he wanted to throw it open entirely.
But Rinoa had missed dinner.
Had he gone too far? He certainly hopes not - she hadn't seemed in the least uncomfortable with it. He still makes a point of going to find her after he's made his excuses. He hesitates for a moment and then raps against the door. ]
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That burned away at him. Constantly. Even when they were having a conversation in front of others, the idea of it wormed into him, tugged at his heart, demanded to be spoken aloud again. The door had been opened a bare crack and he wanted to throw it open entirely.
But Rinoa had missed dinner.
Had he gone too far? He certainly hopes not - she hadn't seemed in the least uncomfortable with it. He still makes a point of going to find her after he's made his excuses. He hesitates for a moment and then raps against the door. ]
...Rinoa? Are you awake?
[ It wasn't that late, was it? ]