She smiles at the kiss to her cheek. It's sweet, and she likes the easy affection.
For his question, she has to think. Because there's just so much to love about Arthur, it can easily blend together to form the whole of him.
"It's easy to start listing qualities; he's kind, thoughtful, generous, sweet. But I think that sort of shortchanges your question. Arthur, he...
He listens to me. Really listens. He doesn't assume I'm just like any other person. He treats me as if I'm unique, but without the negativity of being born different.
He sees me, you know? Me, Syeira, before anything else. Before the bhaalspawn, before the bard, before the errant hero. He remembers that I like trees, and that I'm a bad cook.
He owns too much, and can laugh at it. He's meticulous, because he always wants to present himself in the best possible way. It's why I've of my favorite things to do is to muss up his hair, because he's always at his best.
He's smart, without being arrogant about it. He's observant, careful. He feels deeply, and hides it because he doesn't want it to get in the way. Loyal, and generous. He stays, even when you tell him to run, because he can't stand the idea of leaving someone behind..."
She trails off, taking a long drink to mask the bashful expression on her face.
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For his question, she has to think. Because there's just so much to love about Arthur, it can easily blend together to form the whole of him.
"It's easy to start listing qualities; he's kind, thoughtful, generous, sweet. But I think that sort of shortchanges your question. Arthur, he...
He listens to me. Really listens. He doesn't assume I'm just like any other person. He treats me as if I'm unique, but without the negativity of being born different.
He sees me, you know? Me, Syeira, before anything else. Before the bhaalspawn, before the bard, before the errant hero. He remembers that I like trees, and that I'm a bad cook.
He owns too much, and can laugh at it. He's meticulous, because he always wants to present himself in the best possible way. It's why I've of my favorite things to do is to muss up his hair, because he's always at his best.
He's smart, without being arrogant about it. He's observant, careful. He feels deeply, and hides it because he doesn't want it to get in the way. Loyal, and generous. He stays, even when you tell him to run, because he can't stand the idea of leaving someone behind..."
She trails off, taking a long drink to mask the bashful expression on her face.
"I guess I could ramble about him for a while."