[ That is a sentiment she would never agree to it. Beauty was more than that, it had to be, else what was the point?
But an argument for another day, as she settles herself to old memories, old thoughts. A moment stolen and perhaps it is only the moment in retrospect as if love could be something so instantly defined. But, at least, for Misato's ]
(The day I realized the choices he had given me, that are not shared amongst most women. Not that either required love - duty would have sustained us.)
[ Because of course, it would have, and that it would is why perhaps they had found love. Not in looking at each other - but in looking out. ]
( He gave me time to know myself, and to then learn him as that person, to show him who I was in return. In that moment, when we did, good and bad, for ill and our own betterment, knew each other wholly? )
[ It is honey in her mouth, in her thoughts, the softness, a memory that is not Misato's, not the nests, it is a woman and a man's. It is the softness of dirt under her knees, the warmth settled between her legs as she perched, steady. It is the fingers the press one, to her collarbone, two to her beat of her heart, three against her breast. His hair was gold in the dappled sunlight through the trees, and his smile was rich where it pressed against her throat.
The warm of his voice, an older man, that rumbled through her. It is Lakshmi who is part of you, Manikarnika. I do not think it, I just see it.
She shudders with that warm breath still, even these years later. ]
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But an argument for another day, as she settles herself to old memories, old thoughts. A moment stolen and perhaps it is only the moment in retrospect as if love could be something so instantly defined. But, at least, for Misato's ]
( The day I realized the choices he had given me, that are not shared amongst most women. Not that either required love - duty would have sustained us. )
[ Because of course, it would have, and that it would is why perhaps they had found love. Not in looking at each other - but in looking out. ]
( He gave me time to know myself, and to then learn him as that person, to show him who I was in return. In that moment, when we did, good and bad, for ill and our own betterment, knew each other wholly? )
[ It is honey in her mouth, in her thoughts, the softness, a memory that is not Misato's, not the nests, it is a woman and a man's. It is the softness of dirt under her knees, the warmth settled between her legs as she perched, steady. It is the fingers the press one, to her collarbone, two to her beat of her heart, three against her breast. His hair was gold in the dappled sunlight through the trees, and his smile was rich where it pressed against her throat.
The warm of his voice, an older man, that rumbled through her. It is Lakshmi who is part of you, Manikarnika. I do not think it, I just see it.
She shudders with that warm breath still, even these years later. ]
( Then. Then I knew. )