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You felt a pair of fingers grasp your chin, and reflexively, you put your hand up, though when you saw what was intended, you let your guard down, just for the moment it needed. It was just a peck, but you couldn’t resist letting it through anyways. Even if it was somewhat spoiled by you having to taste your own work through it. Butter, but wrong.
“That really what I made you eat?” You said under your breath, then looked across the kitchen, “You doin’ that while <span class="mu-i">she’s</span> right there?”
“I’ve been inconsiderate,” Magnus said with some quiet restraint, “It is not my intention to make you ashamed of your best intentions. Besides that…” He gestured out to the hallway, and you followed him there, wondering what needed to be said away from hearing. When there was a door between you and the kitchen again, he paused to think.
“What is it?” You pressed, “You smooched me right behind that other cow, so what’re we doin’ out here?” You were still too upset and confused to think of ludicrous self-gratifying ideas.
“I feel I haven’t been entirely honest,” Magnus said, glancing back to the door, “About Yuliana and I’s relationship.”
“It doesn’t matter t’ me,” you said.
“It matters to <span class="mu-i">me</span>,” Magnus said more firmly, “It was after Netilland’s expedition south was defeated, and its army broke apart to decide between the Military Council and the Republican Government that had been suppressed until that moment of weakness. I returned home with the rest of my men, none of us having chosen a side, but us remaining in Palatenhugel to guard it. I was tired, and directionless. Yuliana…gave me comfort then. And purpose. I am of the faith of the Cathedra, Anya. When a man and a woman share a bed, it ought to be between people who are nevertheless bound in the future. I had not known yet, about your feelings.” He looked shamed for some reason, and leaned against the wall. “I know not how much you mind about that, but it is something that, were I in your place, I would rather not have hidden from me.”
He searched your face for surprise, but didn’t find it. Yuliana had already told you, after all.
Did you mind that, though? Since you were being asked?
>When you were a girl, you’d loved Hell. He carried on with so many women in an “immoral” fashion that nobody could count his lovers. Yet that hadn’t been any obstacle for your feelings then. What did you care if he had slept with one woman, or even one hundred?
>Back then, you’d wanted to save him, because you wanted him to yourself. You couldn’t help but be a bit miffed, you know, that you’d basically sent him on his way to screw around with somebody besides you- right before you went to help him, even…
>Childhood friend or no, he had bad taste in women. You’d prefer him to be more discerning but nothing else. Considering you were going where their lips had been.
>Other?
