[ it is a test, although probably not as complicated as he might think. or maybe it is - even if her own mind makes sense, there's no guarantee that her logic will be one Dick can (or should) follow.
if they're going to hold hands for the sake of it, she shouldn't feel the need to press his feelings for more. they're already as clear as day, a bright truth that Margaery isn't sure she's seeing correctly after existing in the dark. ]
Yes. Yeah, I'm sorry. I guess I should worry about whether my hands will get sweaty with this unusual exercise.
[ he thinks he's trying his best to be clear with how he feels, without completely knowing himself, without being sure and without leading her on. he's trying these days, and he hopes she knows that.
her response has him smiling, though, thoroughly charmed. ]
It's alright. I've got a good grip so it's okay if your hands get slippery.
I'd welcome it, to answer your question, but only if it felt right.
[ if Margaery was capable of expressing grumpy, she'd probably tell him to stop being so charming. instead: ]
When it comes to dances and literally everything else, I'll guide you. But when we're holding hands, I might need a little more encouragement. Is that okay?
Like, if we ever have to let go because of handshakes or drinks, what's an appropriate time to link them together again?
Yea, that's okay. Of course it's okay. [ it's okay to be shy, Margaery. even if she's her and he's never thought she might be shy. with handholding? it's cute ]
But you know you don't have to guide me on literally everything else, right? I can guide you, too.
Good question. Never thought about it that way, but does it matter what's appropriate? Have you thought about what it'd look like to be seen holding hands with me?
[ it's not being shy! it's just acknowledging a lack of experience and seeking to learn how to do it better!!
but Margaery can't help the thread of fondness that winds around her smile when she reads his offer. ]
You're right. I guess you're not the only protective one between us.
'Appropriate' is how I live my life. Slipping a hand through the crook of an arm feels so much less intimate, somehow. Maybe because hand holding is decisive, a mutual decision by both of the people involved. Like we're choosing each other.
Yea, I get it. I think there's also some sort of vulnerability that has to do with our hands, too. It's what we use to touch and the most tactile part of us. And you're choosing to trust me with one of them. Anyway. It'll be fine, hm?
no subject
if they're going to hold hands for the sake of it, she shouldn't feel the need to press his feelings for more. they're already as clear as day, a bright truth that Margaery isn't sure she's seeing correctly after existing in the dark. ]
Yes. Yeah, I'm sorry. I guess I should worry about whether my hands will get sweaty with this unusual exercise.
no subject
her response has him smiling, though, thoroughly charmed. ]
It's alright. I've got a good grip so it's okay if your hands get slippery.
I'd welcome it, to answer your question, but only if it felt right.
no subject
When it comes to dances and literally everything else, I'll guide you. But when we're holding hands, I might need a little more encouragement. Is that okay?
Like, if we ever have to let go because of handshakes or drinks, what's an appropriate time to link them together again?
Glad we're on the same page. :)
no subject
But you know you don't have to guide me on literally everything else, right? I can guide you, too.
Good question. Never thought about it that way, but does it matter what's appropriate? Have you thought about what it'd look like to be seen holding hands with me?
no subject
but Margaery can't help the thread of fondness that winds around her smile when she reads his offer. ]
You're right. I guess you're not the only protective one between us.
'Appropriate' is how I live my life. Slipping a hand through the crook of an arm feels so much less intimate, somehow. Maybe because hand holding is decisive, a mutual decision by both of the people involved. Like we're choosing each other.
no subject
π