[ This is already so much for her heart. The utmost romantic gestures being laid on her lap like candy. She's moved, and also swooning a bit at Sanson's foresight in knowing what she would have liked to have for her birthday. Both flowers and box are now in her hold, and while she would take a moment to taste the chocolate, his invite to the restaurant takes over her priorities. ]
Non, I have no other plans... my, Charles, you have thought of everything...!
[ She could tug him into a kiss, if not for her arms being full. Unable to fight the tears rushing down her cheeks, she quickly turns around and goes to set his presents somewhere comfortable. ]
[With his hands now free, he raises one to rub the back of his neck bashfully, realizing that some of his hair is already beginning to stick up in spikes again. Nevertheless, Sanson continues beaming.]
You deserve only the best.
[He watches her try to find a place for his gifts, waiting patiently, hands now behind his back and not checking the state of his hair. Honestly a kiss was also on his list of birthday presents for her, but he won't give it to her until her arms are empty and he can comfortably draw her close.]
[ Marie bashfully accepts that sentence, because it comes from one of her best friends and confidants. Hiding her red face, she places the box over to the coffee table and proceeds to look into the cupboards for a vase to put the lilies in. All the while she tries to avert his gaze, though her smile communicates how happy she is about all this. ]
What... kind of restaurant have you reserved us for, tonight?
[She's trying to hide her face, but this time, Sanson doesn't think it has anything to do with him - in a negative light, at least. So he's not going to dwell on that much. Besides, her body language was easy to read and he didn't notice any red flags that would make him start to wonder if he was doing anything wrong.]
It's a rather formal one that does wonders with chicken and beef, but their desserts are top-notch.
[The desserts were important. Consciously he reaches up to adjust his tie and inspect the little horse head pins on his lapels.]
[ Once she found that one glass vase she made with JJ back at the fox oasis place, she fills it with water and delicately extracts the lilies from the bouquet, planting them into the vase one by one.
If she had animal ears, she would perk them up at the mention of "top-notch desserts". ]
I see...! If it has that sort of feature, I am now quite eager to go already!
[Observing her lovingly place the lilies in a vase filled with water was almost hypnotic, and it's flattering how nicely she treats his gifts. He blinks, trying to focus elsewhere. His face is becoming redder.]
Y-Yes, we can, but before we go...there's one more gift I want to give you.
[Sanson approaches her, waiting for her to finish setting up the lilies.]
[ The process of placing the lilies into the vase is painstakingly slow, but the end result satisfies her. She places the flowers over a spot where the sun rays could kiss them any day. Exactly what they deserve. ]
One more? What is it?
[ Trepidant to know, she turns around and, fingers laced together, finally gives Sanson all her attention. ]
["Next time you kiss her, make it count. Give her one that she won't be able to forget." Sanson can practically hear Bardo saying those words to him again. Although he was beyond flustered when he heard them, he nevertheless wanted to take that advice. He had deep admiration - and affection - for Marie and now was the best time to make this count.
Even if, in the deepest recesses of his mind, he's already thinking of how other people would greet her on her birthday considering that she didn't even have a party. Some of them might have already gone on dates with her before Sanson darkened her doorstep. Suddenly he's self-conscious, imagining how well Marie's other admirers kissed her, treated her, slept with her...no, this wasn't supposed to be a contest! Marie loved everyone around her equally. She would never put them through a silly competition for her attention.
Even if, were there one, Sanson would have wanted to clinch the first prize.
He shoves his hands, suddenly sweaty, into his pockets, imagining himself likewise pocketing that last thought. His heart is beating a thousand beats per minute. Part of him wanted to just run and never look back. But another part of him wanted to take this plunge. To let himself fall. Marie might notice Sanson hesitating as his cheeks grew redder and redder, his eyes widening a touch, his smile gone and replaced by an expression halfway between anxious and afraid.
After discreetly wiping his palms inside his pockets, Sanson breathes in, and manages to rearrange his face into something he hoped was a bit calmer. Extending his hand, he takes Marie's chin in it, and leans forward to cover the difference in their height.
And when he kisses her, he closes his eyes and pours every emotion he could gather from his being - passion, care, gratitude, possibly a shot of determination - into it. Sanson allows his feelings to move him as he loops his other arm around her waist to pull her closer to him. He carries on, letting Marie know how much she means to him, not letting her lips go during all this time.
[ The signals were glaringly bright all around him, what with the way he was fidgeting on the spot, nervous, blushing, flustered. He wanted to do something deeply personal and affectionate to her, that wouldn't embarrass him so much on a Cordis day, but represents the deadly opposite now that neither of them are under the moon's influence.
A kiss as a birthday gift... how cute.
Except it doesn't go the way Marie expected. ]
...!
[ She welcomes his bold gesture, head tilted high to meet him halfway, but then an odd sensation strikes her dead in the chest. Sanson kisses her, but her eyes are still wide open. However many exchanges they had in the course of their stay in Lunatia, this one is... different. It feels so much different for some mysterious reason.
Emotions swirling and swirling in such oddity, she stands half frozen, even with the rush of warmth soon after taking her in and pushing weight onto her eyelids. Warmth that spreads further, as in everytime Sanson claims her lips. However, she can now tell that he's trying to... communicate something, almost desperately, bringing her closer to him so their bodies are pressed together in the lovely definition of a dancing pose.
Words fail her, they fail them, and they're unnecessary if she has to be honest. All she can do is respond, cheeks flushed even redder, arms gathering around his neck and one hand seizing the back of his head, yanking him closer.
Passion. Passion is what she's communicating back to him. ]
[With their bodies pressed together and her arms around his neck, Marie might feel Sanson's posture loosen after all his anxiety and hesitation. Because he can feel how receptive she was to his kiss, how she didn't draw back (no matter how many times they kiss or hold hands or embrace, that was a constant fear within Sanson's mind), how she too wanted him close...
He answers passion with passion, not relenting as they continue to kiss even though he has relaxed somewhat; after all, he only relaxed to give in to his desire to kiss her, and now he's drowning in so much affection and Chroma from Marie. His heart could burst from sheer joy right now. His thoughts are only of himself sharing this moment with her like so many other moments, yet, different in that Sanson was determined to let her know that there was more to how he felt than enjoying their time moonlacing, or how he had always promised to protect her as long as both of them were here.
Without pulling away from her, Sanson brings his hand away from her chin so he can support her back, and lift her up so her face was at the same level as his. The taste of her lips is familiar, yet always welcome. The hum from his throat during their sustained kissing seems to carry a note of longing in it - a way of saying he needed her without actually saying the words and that even though he had set a dinner date, he did want to spend the time they had, for now, alone with her, their kisses doing all the talking for them.
It feels so good to be back in their own little space, their drop of peace in a very odd world. He feels like he could do this until their lips were sore. Or at least, for however long Marie wanted to keep him.]
[ There's no sign of protest coming from Marie as he props her up, only a small noise erupting from her chest and her fingers curling tight around his hair, making a mess of his previous efforts to keep it in order. From how desperate his actions and sounds are, Marie can easily draw the actual fact that he longs for her. It makes her feel needed, precious, unreplaceable.
Somehow, it works her up, to the point a small tear is pushed out of trembling eyelids.
Selfish as it may be, and truthfully she knows it is, Marie loves the feeling of empowerment that comes with being wanted as both a popular figure and a person. However, nothing beats the intimacy of these encounters she had so far, with people craving her attention, her body, her kisses, and her overwhelming love. Sanson stands out from the rest as though he's a sore thumb, because the only intimate gesture they had shared were kisses. Even so, every each one of them were meaningful, had such intensity added to them, and left her satisfied the same way sex with her partners would. It feels as if the balance would be broken if she even propositioned something more than that. And, judging from how happy Sanson looks every single time they end a kiss, he's most likely also fine with this settlement.
If he wanted to communicate something, he's rather succeeding at it. He loves her as much as she loves him, he needs her as much as she needs him, and if kisses could last forever she would definitely and happily go along with her ride.
It must mean something, right? It does, she knows, she knows it all because she loved a single man before, in that same way she does towards Sanson right now.
But she's not sure she's ready to accept it. Perhaps more convincing is in order. ]
[It's too bad Sanson's hair won't be tidy for long, but from his point of view, getting his hair tousled was a very, very small price to pay for the time they were spending now, deep in their kissing. He doesn't seem to want to tear himself away from her just yet as if doing so would shatter everything around them, including their solitude.
Even with the atmosphere of Prismatica, Sanson simply can't imagine sex with Marie. For one thing, above all else, even with all the feelings for her that he holds within himself, she was a queen. His queen. Worthy of his respect, worthy to be handled delicately, though others might think otherwise. It was an invisible line he had drawn that he didn't want to cross. No matter how engrossed they got with kissing, he kept his hands from wandering too much.
Second, why have sex when he was wholly satisfied with holding her in his arms, kissing her, carrying her whenever her whims dictated it? Sanson was a simple man. All he wanted was to be accepted by others in a way he never was in his lifetime. That Marie would forgive him enough to kiss him like this semi-regularly (okay, it was becoming more regular as time went by) was already something great.
In any case, Marie had never asked him for anything more. She was satisfied with what Sanson could give or wanted to give. And right now, Sanson wanted to give her more than a kiss on top of all her other gifts; he wanted to show her the extent of how he felt without mouthing empty words or embarrassing himself. How much he needs her, how much he loves her, how much he cares and how much he would willingly throw himself in harm's way for her.
He continues to kiss her, not stopping even now that he's doing double duty again by carrying her, and embraces her as tightly as he can - just enough to convey his message without hurting her. Finally, he brings his mouth away from hers to simply gaze fondly at her, and his expression gradually changes from a slightly glazed look from the smooching to a wider smile giving way to a brief spell of gentle laughter. The smile fades into a soft gasp when he notices a tear from the corner of one of Marie's eyes and he frees one hand to brush it away.]
I... [Sanson lets out another laugh, heady as he is from the kiss.] I hope you also...enjoyed that gift. [He leans in to nuzzle her nose with his.
To be fair, Sanson himself isn't sure if he's ready to actually be honest with Marie about how he feels. He's not even sure if the love he feels isn't from his usual dedication to her, to protect her every step, or if it will be closer to the kind of love he experienced with his wife, a woman who loved him enough to willingly bind herself to the Sanson family and reputation.
And, would someone like him be permitted to feel that way again?]
[ After this, the idea of going out at all becomes even harder to accept. Marie is ever so touch starved, if she could get away with it deprived of guilt, she would keep Sanson right here in her apartment for the rest of the night, kissing the entire life away from him. But he organized such a lovely evening with her, with the romantic dinner and everything. If she wants to be frank, stopping this contact with this one kiss would make it even more meaningful than Sanson already did.
A sigh draws out when they separate at last, and he's smiling so wide, the widest she's ever seen him do. Better yet, this is happening not at all under Cordis' moon. This is Charles' undiluited smile. He's happy to be with her, happy that he can do such things with her, so happy... and at that, she, in return, overspills with joy. Laughter comes out crystalline after she catches her breath. His hair is such a mess, more than usual, but she prefers this style at the end of the day. Sanson can't be Sanson without it. ]
I did, Charles. Immensely so. Truly a best gift. [ She leans down and nuzzles their noses together. ] I could tell it came straight from your heart.
[ His feelings are so pure. She has yet to decide where the both of them stand in their relationship, but it's all fine for now. Her birthday can be enjoyed without making things that much complicated. ]
[Really, if he hadn't made reservations for her birthday, he would have been content to let Marie have him for the entire night, kissing in each other's arms. But at least, after dinner, that could still happen.
If she could tell that this came straight from his heart, then this was an achievement. Clearly, he should kiss her like this more often. It gives him a boost of confidence...and allows him to shelve, for the time being, what his feelings truly mean.
He kisses her on her nose, then once on her lips, quickly, before setting her back down and trying to smooth his hair down. It's too bad he didn't think of bringing any hair gel to remedy the damage, but what's done is done. Sanson eventually gives up on his hair. His face is pink, but it's no longer out of embarrassment; he's riding the emotional and Chroma high from that kiss and he doesn't want to get off.]
I'm glad. This is your special day, after all.
[He offers Marie his arm.]
Now, shall we? The restaurant isn't far; we can walk.
[ Just like that, she's anchored back to the ground, the moment of high fading away and only just a tad highlighted by the kisses he gives her afterwards, nose and lips tingling pleasantly with leftover warmth. Marie can't help thinking it would be a shame to stop now, but if she wants her birthday to end on a romantic note then it's okay to make a detour and get out of there, with Sanson, towards the restaurant.
She chuckles at his poor hair, but it's brief, her hand reaching out to take his arm when he offers it. ]
Let us head off. I hope my outfit is well fit enough for the theme.
[ It's not a super gorgeous dress, but even in her mundane days she maintains a dignified appearance - and of course she won't leave without her large hat. ]
You look radiant, as always. It's more than enough.
[Even on that fateful day of her execution, even in a raggedy white dress and with her hair cropped, she maintained her dignity as a queen. Marie, as far as Sanson was concerned, could look beautiful in anything. In his opinion, she was almost always dressed properly enough to not be turned away from a fancy restaurant.]
Allons-y, mon cher.
[He escorts her out the door with care as though she were made of porcelain, beaming. It's always an honor to go out with her...]
[ Hearing reassurance from him is enough. Marie would be most worried about standing out among the other elegant guests if she wasn't proper enough. Her reputation wouldn't bear a dent, but she still cares about these things enough to give them a thought. Either way, if Sanson says it's fine, then it's fine and she'll gladly follow him.
With a chuckle upon hearing him, a soft blush still dusting her cheeks, Marie holds onto his arm as they march out of her apartment and start their way to the restaurant. ]
[After several steps, he breaks their silence and turns to look at her. Oh, that faint blush on her cheeks was so attractive and adorable, he could kiss her cheeks again, but he doesn't want to do it out here where everyone can see them.]
So, how has your birthday been so far?
[Hopefully her friends remembered and treated her right, even though the sheer volume of attention Marie receives on a regular basis intimidates him. Sanson just wants to make sure he doesn't have to decapitate any of them.
Thankfully she has very awesome friends who made her feel great about today, so she's not at all hesitating when she gives her answer. ]
It has been fantastic! I did not have this level of attention in Chaldea, either! People have been really pleasant on the network when I announced my birthday. Even strangers gave their wishes!
And while many people in Chaldea were captivated by Marie's charisma, there were a good number of Servants who didn't particularly care or who would not even give her the time of day, and sometimes, Chaldea was simply too busy in general for anyone to lavish this kind of attention to her.]
A birthday is special, no matter where you go, and it seems it holds true for many other worlds.
[It's just as important as the day of one's death. (Sanson is just morbid that way.)]
[ Marie would rather focus on the beauty of life and being able to celebrate it every year, than thinking about death in all senses of the term. And it's ironic, since she's technically dead, and there's no definitive age to her because she'd remain young no matter how many times she's summoned and how long she's allowed to exist as a Servant.
Towards what he told her now, though, she agrees wholeheartedly, squeezing his arm. ]
Yes, and that brings me joy! To think people give such a value to one's existence, at least once every year...
[He doesn't complain when she squeezes his arm. It's a public display of affection, albeit more discreet than most.]
As they should. Life is a precious gift...even more so for us, who have been given our second lives.
[And he was thankful for that second life. It was an opportunity for him to atone for everything he did in his first life, and to enjoy what he could not enjoy when he was bound to his profession. Sanson never would've imagined that his second life would include bringing Marie to dinner, or even sharing a lot of kisses with her.]
Truly so. And we have been rather lucky to live such a fulfilling life here, non?
[ Though she's worried about what's going on back home, it doesn't take away the fact she's happy here and she will keep being happy for as long as possible. With so many friends and moonlacing partners, she really doesn't want everything to end just yet. It's selfish, and she knows that, but she still strongly wishes for it. ]
Yes. [He nods solemnly. While the thought of Chaldea potentially facing other challenges without him has crossed his mind, he's certain they can hold the fort even with several of their Servants stuck in an entirely different universe. Sanson is well aware he doesn't belong here, and he'd much rather not have to deal with the Cordis cycle ruining his life, but...
But would he and Marie have been able to get this close if they had not been whisked away to Prismatica? It's not something he expected, yet it isn't unwelcome at all.]
Yes, we've been very lucky, despite the...complications this world brings.
[ How far they've come... indeed, she must thank this world for even giving her the idea that kissing him (and other people) was something that she was allowed to enjoy at her leisure. ]
Exactly! Even though there are situations that are not unlike what we had at home, the air here is much more relaxing. Besides, we do not have to battle every single day for materials!
[ A chuckle, then she leans in, resting her head on Sanson's shoulder as they still walk. ]
We would not have the time to have a pleasant date like this.
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Non, I have no other plans... my, Charles, you have thought of everything...!
[ She could tug him into a kiss, if not for her arms being full. Unable to fight the tears rushing down her cheeks, she quickly turns around and goes to set his presents somewhere comfortable. ]
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You deserve only the best.
[He watches her try to find a place for his gifts, waiting patiently, hands now behind his back and not checking the state of his hair. Honestly a kiss was also on his list of birthday presents for her, but he won't give it to her until her arms are empty and he can comfortably draw her close.]
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What... kind of restaurant have you reserved us for, tonight?
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It's a rather formal one that does wonders with chicken and beef, but their desserts are top-notch.
[The desserts were important. Consciously he reaches up to adjust his tie and inspect the little horse head pins on his lapels.]
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If she had animal ears, she would perk them up at the mention of "top-notch desserts". ]
I see...! If it has that sort of feature, I am now quite eager to go already!
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[Observing her lovingly place the lilies in a vase filled with water was almost hypnotic, and it's flattering how nicely she treats his gifts. He blinks, trying to focus elsewhere. His face is becoming redder.]
Y-Yes, we can, but before we go...there's one more gift I want to give you.
[Sanson approaches her, waiting for her to finish setting up the lilies.]
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One more? What is it?
[ Trepidant to know, she turns around and, fingers laced together, finally gives Sanson all her attention. ]
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Even if, in the deepest recesses of his mind, he's already thinking of how other people would greet her on her birthday considering that she didn't even have a party. Some of them might have already gone on dates with her before Sanson darkened her doorstep. Suddenly he's self-conscious, imagining how well Marie's other admirers kissed her, treated her, slept with her...no, this wasn't supposed to be a contest! Marie loved everyone around her equally. She would never put them through a silly competition for her attention.
Even if, were there one, Sanson would have wanted to clinch the first prize.
He shoves his hands, suddenly sweaty, into his pockets, imagining himself likewise pocketing that last thought. His heart is beating a thousand beats per minute. Part of him wanted to just run and never look back. But another part of him wanted to take this plunge. To let himself fall. Marie might notice Sanson hesitating as his cheeks grew redder and redder, his eyes widening a touch, his smile gone and replaced by an expression halfway between anxious and afraid.
After discreetly wiping his palms inside his pockets, Sanson breathes in, and manages to rearrange his face into something he hoped was a bit calmer. Extending his hand, he takes Marie's chin in it, and leans forward to cover the difference in their height.
And when he kisses her, he closes his eyes and pours every emotion he could gather from his being - passion, care, gratitude, possibly a shot of determination - into it. Sanson allows his feelings to move him as he loops his other arm around her waist to pull her closer to him. He carries on, letting Marie know how much she means to him, not letting her lips go during all this time.
He has to make it count.]
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A kiss as a birthday gift... how cute.
Except it doesn't go the way Marie expected. ]
...!
[ She welcomes his bold gesture, head tilted high to meet him halfway, but then an odd sensation strikes her dead in the chest. Sanson kisses her, but her eyes are still wide open. However many exchanges they had in the course of their stay in Lunatia, this one is... different. It feels so much different for some mysterious reason.
Emotions swirling and swirling in such oddity, she stands half frozen, even with the rush of warmth soon after taking her in and pushing weight onto her eyelids. Warmth that spreads further, as in everytime Sanson claims her lips. However, she can now tell that he's trying to... communicate something, almost desperately, bringing her closer to him so their bodies are pressed together in the lovely definition of a dancing pose.
Words fail her, they fail them, and they're unnecessary if she has to be honest. All she can do is respond, cheeks flushed even redder, arms gathering around his neck and one hand seizing the back of his head, yanking him closer.
Passion. Passion is what she's communicating back to him. ]
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He answers passion with passion, not relenting as they continue to kiss even though he has relaxed somewhat; after all, he only relaxed to give in to his desire to kiss her, and now he's drowning in so much affection and Chroma from Marie. His heart could burst from sheer joy right now. His thoughts are only of himself sharing this moment with her like so many other moments, yet, different in that Sanson was determined to let her know that there was more to how he felt than enjoying their time moonlacing, or how he had always promised to protect her as long as both of them were here.
Without pulling away from her, Sanson brings his hand away from her chin so he can support her back, and lift her up so her face was at the same level as his. The taste of her lips is familiar, yet always welcome. The hum from his throat during their sustained kissing seems to carry a note of longing in it - a way of saying he needed her without actually saying the words and that even though he had set a dinner date, he did want to spend the time they had, for now, alone with her, their kisses doing all the talking for them.
It feels so good to be back in their own little space, their drop of peace in a very odd world. He feels like he could do this until their lips were sore. Or at least, for however long Marie wanted to keep him.]
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Somehow, it works her up, to the point a small tear is pushed out of trembling eyelids.
Selfish as it may be, and truthfully she knows it is, Marie loves the feeling of empowerment that comes with being wanted as both a popular figure and a person. However, nothing beats the intimacy of these encounters she had so far, with people craving her attention, her body, her kisses, and her overwhelming love. Sanson stands out from the rest as though he's a sore thumb, because the only intimate gesture they had shared were kisses. Even so, every each one of them were meaningful, had such intensity added to them, and left her satisfied the same way sex with her partners would. It feels as if the balance would be broken if she even propositioned something more than that. And, judging from how happy Sanson looks every single time they end a kiss, he's most likely also fine with this settlement.
If he wanted to communicate something, he's rather succeeding at it. He loves her as much as she loves him, he needs her as much as she needs him, and if kisses could last forever she would definitely and happily go along with her ride.
It must mean something, right? It does, she knows, she knows it all because she loved a single man before, in that same way she does towards Sanson right now.
But she's not sure she's ready to accept it. Perhaps more convincing is in order. ]
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Even with the atmosphere of Prismatica, Sanson simply can't imagine sex with Marie. For one thing, above all else, even with all the feelings for her that he holds within himself, she was a queen. His queen. Worthy of his respect, worthy to be handled delicately, though others might think otherwise. It was an invisible line he had drawn that he didn't want to cross. No matter how engrossed they got with kissing, he kept his hands from wandering too much.
Second, why have sex when he was wholly satisfied with holding her in his arms, kissing her, carrying her whenever her whims dictated it? Sanson was a simple man. All he wanted was to be accepted by others in a way he never was in his lifetime. That Marie would forgive him enough to kiss him like this semi-regularly (okay, it was becoming more regular as time went by) was already something great.
In any case, Marie had never asked him for anything more. She was satisfied with what Sanson could give or wanted to give. And right now, Sanson wanted to give her more than a kiss on top of all her other gifts; he wanted to show her the extent of how he felt without mouthing empty words or embarrassing himself. How much he needs her, how much he loves her, how much he cares and how much he would willingly throw himself in harm's way for her.
He continues to kiss her, not stopping even now that he's doing double duty again by carrying her, and embraces her as tightly as he can - just enough to convey his message without hurting her. Finally, he brings his mouth away from hers to simply gaze fondly at her, and his expression gradually changes from a slightly glazed look from the smooching to a wider smile giving way to a brief spell of gentle laughter. The smile fades into a soft gasp when he notices a tear from the corner of one of Marie's eyes and he frees one hand to brush it away.]
I... [Sanson lets out another laugh, heady as he is from the kiss.] I hope you also...enjoyed that gift. [He leans in to nuzzle her nose with his.
To be fair, Sanson himself isn't sure if he's ready to actually be honest with Marie about how he feels. He's not even sure if the love he feels isn't from his usual dedication to her, to protect her every step, or if it will be closer to the kind of love he experienced with his wife, a woman who loved him enough to willingly bind herself to the Sanson family and reputation.
And, would someone like him be permitted to feel that way again?]
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A sigh draws out when they separate at last, and he's smiling so wide, the widest she's ever seen him do. Better yet, this is happening not at all under Cordis' moon. This is Charles' undiluited smile. He's happy to be with her, happy that he can do such things with her, so happy... and at that, she, in return, overspills with joy. Laughter comes out crystalline after she catches her breath. His hair is such a mess, more than usual, but she prefers this style at the end of the day. Sanson can't be Sanson without it. ]
I did, Charles. Immensely so. Truly a best gift. [ She leans down and nuzzles their noses together. ] I could tell it came straight from your heart.
[ His feelings are so pure. She has yet to decide where the both of them stand in their relationship, but it's all fine for now. Her birthday can be enjoyed without making things that much complicated. ]
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If she could tell that this came straight from his heart, then this was an achievement. Clearly, he should kiss her like this more often. It gives him a boost of confidence...and allows him to shelve, for the time being, what his feelings truly mean.
He kisses her on her nose, then once on her lips, quickly, before setting her back down and trying to smooth his hair down. It's too bad he didn't think of bringing any hair gel to remedy the damage, but what's done is done. Sanson eventually gives up on his hair. His face is pink, but it's no longer out of embarrassment; he's riding the emotional and Chroma high from that kiss and he doesn't want to get off.]
I'm glad. This is your special day, after all.
[He offers Marie his arm.]
Now, shall we? The restaurant isn't far; we can walk.
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She chuckles at his poor hair, but it's brief, her hand reaching out to take his arm when he offers it. ]
Let us head off. I hope my outfit is well fit enough for the theme.
[ It's not a super gorgeous dress, but even in her mundane days she maintains a dignified appearance - and of course she won't leave without her large hat. ]
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[Even on that fateful day of her execution, even in a raggedy white dress and with her hair cropped, she maintained her dignity as a queen. Marie, as far as Sanson was concerned, could look beautiful in anything. In his opinion, she was almost always dressed properly enough to not be turned away from a fancy restaurant.]
Allons-y, mon cher.
[He escorts her out the door with care as though she were made of porcelain, beaming. It's always an honor to go out with her...]
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With a chuckle upon hearing him, a soft blush still dusting her cheeks, Marie holds onto his arm as they march out of her apartment and start their way to the restaurant. ]
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So, how has your birthday been so far?
[Hopefully her friends remembered and treated her right, even though the sheer volume of attention Marie receives on a regular basis intimidates him. Sanson just wants to make sure he doesn't have to decapitate any of them.
Just kidding.]
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Thankfully she has very awesome friends who made her feel great about today, so she's not at all hesitating when she gives her answer. ]
It has been fantastic! I did not have this level of attention in Chaldea, either! People have been really pleasant on the network when I announced my birthday. Even strangers gave their wishes!
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[Good, he won't have to behead anyone - I mean.
And while many people in Chaldea were captivated by Marie's charisma, there were a good number of Servants who didn't particularly care or who would not even give her the time of day, and sometimes, Chaldea was simply too busy in general for anyone to lavish this kind of attention to her.]
A birthday is special, no matter where you go, and it seems it holds true for many other worlds.
[It's just as important as the day of one's death. (Sanson is just morbid that way.)]
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Towards what he told her now, though, she agrees wholeheartedly, squeezing his arm. ]
Yes, and that brings me joy! To think people give such a value to one's existence, at least once every year...
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As they should. Life is a precious gift...even more so for us, who have been given our second lives.
[And he was thankful for that second life. It was an opportunity for him to atone for everything he did in his first life, and to enjoy what he could not enjoy when he was bound to his profession. Sanson never would've imagined that his second life would include bringing Marie to dinner, or even sharing a lot of kisses with her.]
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[ Though she's worried about what's going on back home, it doesn't take away the fact she's happy here and she will keep being happy for as long as possible. With so many friends and moonlacing partners, she really doesn't want everything to end just yet. It's selfish, and she knows that, but she still strongly wishes for it. ]
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But would he and Marie have been able to get this close if they had not been whisked away to Prismatica? It's not something he expected, yet it isn't unwelcome at all.]
Yes, we've been very lucky, despite the...complications this world brings.
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Exactly! Even though there are situations that are not unlike what we had at home, the air here is much more relaxing. Besides, we do not have to battle every single day for materials!
[ A chuckle, then she leans in, resting her head on Sanson's shoulder as they still walk. ]
We would not have the time to have a pleasant date like this.
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