Watching her think, watching her riddle all of this out and come to the conclusion she does... It's painful. Not pain for himself, not pain for missing out on something that he wanted, but pain for her. Something that should be so free, so simple, so natural... For her it isn't. If she were anyone else he'd reach out and hold her, try to comfort her in some physical way. But that's the problem, isn't it?
His eyes follow her as she looks at him, at his hands, and off. Only when she looks away do his lips twitch in a guilty frown. He's putting her in this position. He's causing this. It's him, his fault, his actions...
"Then let it be secret 'til it can't be," he says in a hushed voice. "And when it can't be secret, let it be my fault. Let your father and your uncle hate me, and let me protect you from it all. Let me be the villain who came into your perfect life and left just as soon as your folks got wind of my bad intentions."
With a newfound determination he leans in, and though his voice is still quiet there's more confidence and life to it. "Let's share our private moments together, Isidor. Happy and free so long as no one's watchin', 'til the day someone is... And then let me be the bastard who had the gall to reach for Isidor Durant's hand." He says it, and he does just that. He finds her hand and laces his fingers with hers, palm to cold palm as much as she'll allow. "Let me be the sad and lonely monster who... Who thought it had the right to try and steal a kiss from you."
His far from monstrous eyes linger on Isidor's lips for the briefest moment until he looks away to the view ahead of them. The ride will only last so long. He can't hesitate forever... But he can't bring himself to force something like that on her in a moment like this. Instead he lifts her hand and places a gentle kiss against it with cold lips and chilly breath. He presses her hand, still held in his, to his cheek and watches her in silence for as long as he feels he can allow. And then he lets her go.
"Let your family save you from me, a-and not a minute too late. And when it's all over, you'll still be the perfect, pristine, untouched Isidor who'll tell me 'no' when they catch us and banish me away... But you'll also be the Isidor who knows what it feels like to hold hands with someone who thinks the world of her and kiss someone who only wants to make her happy. Let someone else protect you for once so you can finally feel what it's like to live your own life. Isidor... Don't give up on yourself. Say you'll try..."
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His eyes follow her as she looks at him, at his hands, and off. Only when she looks away do his lips twitch in a guilty frown. He's putting her in this position. He's causing this. It's him, his fault, his actions...
"Then let it be secret 'til it can't be," he says in a hushed voice. "And when it can't be secret, let it be my fault. Let your father and your uncle hate me, and let me protect you from it all. Let me be the villain who came into your perfect life and left just as soon as your folks got wind of my bad intentions."
With a newfound determination he leans in, and though his voice is still quiet there's more confidence and life to it. "Let's share our private moments together, Isidor. Happy and free so long as no one's watchin', 'til the day someone is... And then let me be the bastard who had the gall to reach for Isidor Durant's hand." He says it, and he does just that. He finds her hand and laces his fingers with hers, palm to cold palm as much as she'll allow. "Let me be the sad and lonely monster who... Who thought it had the right to try and steal a kiss from you."
His far from monstrous eyes linger on Isidor's lips for the briefest moment until he looks away to the view ahead of them. The ride will only last so long. He can't hesitate forever... But he can't bring himself to force something like that on her in a moment like this. Instead he lifts her hand and places a gentle kiss against it with cold lips and chilly breath. He presses her hand, still held in his, to his cheek and watches her in silence for as long as he feels he can allow. And then he lets her go.
"Let your family save you from me, a-and not a minute too late. And when it's all over, you'll still be the perfect, pristine, untouched Isidor who'll tell me 'no' when they catch us and banish me away... But you'll also be the Isidor who knows what it feels like to hold hands with someone who thinks the world of her and kiss someone who only wants to make her happy. Let someone else protect you for once so you can finally feel what it's like to live your own life. Isidor... Don't give up on yourself. Say you'll try..."