[Maybe you should ask Laura what would make her happy and go from there.
It had sounded very simple when Athessa had said it at the party. And Matthias had jumped to his feet and gone running off, fully prepared to track Laura down and ask her just that, in that very moment. Halfway up the stairs to her room, all of the wine and elfroot in his stomach and his wherever-elf-root-goes (veins?) had sent a wave of dizziness through Matthias like no other, and he had sat down upon the stairs instead and then he had just fallen asleep, so--
Well. The next morning he'd woken up and thought, maybe there was a better way to ask Laura, and he had decided to think about it for a bit, which then became quite a bit.
But here they are today, sat on the battlements in the sunshine together and eating lunch. Matthias, with his mouth absolutely full of pork pie, looks over at Laura and thinks, all right. Now.]
Hey-- [Oh, hang on. He pulls a face and holds up one finger--hang on, hang on--swallows his bite so he's not asking this with globs of pork in the way--] Er, sorry. What would make you happy? Like--really genuinely happy. In the future, I mean. Not--the big future, necessarily, but maybe that as well, if you've thought of that--but it can be the close future if that's easier.
action but let's say it's before the abomination and i'm just late ok (sorry)
It had sounded very simple when Athessa had said it at the party. And Matthias had jumped to his feet and gone running off, fully prepared to track Laura down and ask her just that, in that very moment. Halfway up the stairs to her room, all of the wine and elfroot in his stomach and his wherever-elf-root-goes (veins?) had sent a wave of dizziness through Matthias like no other, and he had sat down upon the stairs instead and then he had just fallen asleep, so--
Well. The next morning he'd woken up and thought, maybe there was a better way to ask Laura, and he had decided to think about it for a bit, which then became quite a bit.
But here they are today, sat on the battlements in the sunshine together and eating lunch. Matthias, with his mouth absolutely full of pork pie, looks over at Laura and thinks, all right. Now.]
Hey-- [Oh, hang on. He pulls a face and holds up one finger--hang on, hang on--swallows his bite so he's not asking this with globs of pork in the way--] Er, sorry. What would make you happy? Like--really genuinely happy. In the future, I mean. Not--the big future, necessarily, but maybe that as well, if you've thought of that--but it can be the close future if that's easier.