[It's strange to see him smile-- not that she'd ever admit that out loud. She's not that rude. It's not a bad sort of strange either, just... different. She's never seen him smile like this before, this awkward-but-endearing thing that she hopes will make return appearances until it looks natural on him.
Her heart feels like it's skipped a beat as she looks at him, the corner of her mouth curling in an answering smile as he kisses her again.
She also wants to tell him there's nothing he should be thanking her for--she's only giving him exactly what he deserves, but now isn't the time for such protests. Oona returns the kiss with a measured leisure, like they have all the time in the world to do nothing but kiss each other. She wraps her arms around him, fingers digging into his shirt as she presses her body against him. Her knee nudges playfully at his hip and she hums again, the melody coming as easily to her as breathing.]
And I will always be here waiting for you.
But, of course you will live. Do you think I would accept anything else? Will not allow otherwise. [A small giggle--it's absurd to think she could stop that if it were going to happen, but if anyone could have the gall to storm up to Death itself and force its hand to change, it would be Oona.] Unless I kill you myself, you are not allowed to die. [But she's smiling even as she tilts her head to nip playfully at his lip.
(She doesn't even want to begin thinking about how much shorter his lifespan is compared to her own, that's a thought she'll be forcefully removing for the next 50 years or so).
Oona pauses a moment, slowly shaking her head] ...And I should be thanking you, too. For giving me my heart back. [As stuck in her trashy romances as she was, it had always been considered a thing for "Someone else." Not her. Not a broken mermaid who burned too bright with hatred for an entire species. And yet here she was, believing those fairy tales actually did have some truth to them to live up to.]
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Her heart feels like it's skipped a beat as she looks at him, the corner of her mouth curling in an answering smile as he kisses her again.
She also wants to tell him there's nothing he should be thanking her for--she's only giving him exactly what he deserves, but now isn't the time for such protests. Oona returns the kiss with a measured leisure, like they have all the time in the world to do nothing but kiss each other. She wraps her arms around him, fingers digging into his shirt as she presses her body against him. Her knee nudges playfully at his hip and she hums again, the melody coming as easily to her as breathing.]
And I will always be here waiting for you.
But, of course you will live. Do you think I would accept anything else? Will not allow otherwise. [A small giggle--it's absurd to think she could stop that if it were going to happen, but if anyone could have the gall to storm up to Death itself and force its hand to change, it would be Oona.] Unless I kill you myself, you are not allowed to die. [But she's smiling even as she tilts her head to nip playfully at his lip.
(She doesn't even want to begin thinking about how much shorter his lifespan is compared to her own, that's a thought she'll be forcefully removing for the next 50 years or so).
Oona pauses a moment, slowly shaking her head] ...And I should be thanking you, too. For giving me my heart back. [As stuck in her trashy romances as she was, it had always been considered a thing for "Someone else." Not her. Not a broken mermaid who burned too bright with hatred for an entire species. And yet here she was, believing those fairy tales actually did have some truth to them to live up to.]