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𝑑𝑜ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑙 𝑞𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑠 🌿 ([personal profile] menancia) wrote2021-10-15 12:14 am
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Dohalim il Qaras
Tales of Arise
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[personal profile] sisterlyshield 2022-05-25 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Wordlessly, Kisara admires him for some breaths longer, very well aware of how nice he is to look at and take in. They aren't really things she'd say to him so transparently, and he likely already knows that he's quite the sight to behold. It could possibly be very silly to tell him something he's aware of. Instead, she focuses on the sound of the tea being poured and once he carefully scoots her cup back over to her in his eloquent way, she doesn't waste much time in lifting it. She uses it to stall for time and thought, blowing on its surface that she might be able to better use it to hide herself behind.

"That's... probably true," she begins, lifting her eyebrows in contemplation. "We're both already well known. We probably won't be able to hide it for long, given how much we're in the public eye. Should enjoy the moments that we don't have to discuss it openly." Not that she's... going to be particularly good at discussing it, anyway. It occurs to her that if someone were to ask her what her feelings were for the former lord, she wouldn't know how to answer it properly.

Love.
Appreciation.
Understanding.

Some of those might be too weighted for her to admit to. Clearing her throat, Kisara shakes her head. "No, no. I—" Jeez. "No. It's fine. Nothing I can't handle. I can definitely confirm for you that there wasn't really anything poetic about what you had to say. I think I appreciate it more like that. Poetry isn't everything. Sometimes..."

Kisara pauses for some moments, taking the time to sip from her teacup just to test the temperature. "...Sometimes you just have to be forward. Sometimes that's the only way to approach a situation."
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[personal profile] sisterlyshield 2022-06-23 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes in order to get something done, one has to be direct," Kisara responds thoughtfully. "And sometimes it's not that I find it easier. Just that it was my role. To get results, we can't always expect things to be convenient or within our lines of comfort. I guess I got over that pretty quickly."

There weren't many things she wasn't willing to do for him. For his safety. For his dream. Even now, she simply wants to do everything within her power and ability. When it comes to something like that, she doesn't need to think long or hard about it. At least not at this point.

Her attention turns at his extended proposition, finding it just a touch softer than his actual proposal. Dinner. He addresses her initial concern without her even needing to say so. Privacy. It's something she'll value, considering their relationship to one another, which is very likely thought to be more. Probably has been for a while, all things considered. They have often acted very close. A wonder they're only exploring this now.

"I could... do dinner," she finally replies, trying to put aside some of her uncertainty. "I feel like people might still talk, but I guess we can't just always hide that. At least not everything. Dinner is just dinner, after all. No one likes eating alone. Maybe no one will think anything of it." Because it's not as though he's going to make her dinner, which implies someone else will.

...One way or another, it's going to come up. Eventually.
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[personal profile] sisterlyshield 2022-11-04 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
She is as familiar with the occasional whisper as he has. The notion of the captain of the guard and the lord seemed rather fit for a storybook than reality. At least, Kisara, though she's thought of it in her own time, has never really given it much credence until now. More like unspoken words that were meant to remain unspoken. There's a fine line between duty and desire and she has always been inclined that being trustworthy and someone that Dohalim can rely on is more important than whatever details might fall into that description.

The label has never really mattered much. Dohalim in any capacity is better than no Dohalim at all.

"I don't think they'd ask, actually," she begins thoughtfully, wearing something of a sheepish smile. "You might not be their lord, but as I said before, Elde Menancia still sees you as something like it. It's not fear, but respect." Maybe a little bit of fear, though Kisara's not inclined to say as much. "We'll handle it where we need to. Let's not get anymore ahead of things than that. Dinner might be a big step for us."

After a moment, she continues, "It'll definitely be different than the dinners we had around the campfire. I guess we've had dinner many times before together, though." Not just dinners either. They've both had their moments of privacy with one another. Personal conversations. Moments where they've supported one another. Maybe this moment, this day, this situation was simply fated to come.

Eventually.
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[personal profile] sisterlyshield 2022-12-04 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
They have shared many dinners together. The other dinners didn’t involve marriage proposals, however. That makes this particular one already incredibly different. Not unlike Dohalim, Kisara doubts she’ll be able to put it from her mind. There’s a lot to consider. What would Migal think? She wishes she could ask him. Seek his approval, which is silly because at this point, she shouldn’t need that anymore. And she doesn’t.

For all of the closeness she has with Shionne and Rinwell, she doesn’t feel she can go to them either. Lagill seems… probably not a possibility either. Tensions remain between them, though Kisara would still perceive her as a friendly face. Maybe just not friendly enough to discuss marriage proposals with. She may be on her own for this one.

“A little, yes,” Kisara agrees, still smiling in that bashful way. “You don’t think our dinners before were honest?”

Maybe he just means all of the dinners they’ve had where things went unspoken? Positive and negative feelings alike… Perhaps Dohalim has a point.
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[personal profile] sisterlyshield 2023-07-19 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
How many times has she sat down for a meal with him, keeping many things to herself? Plenty, Kisara thinks. Likely for a multitude of reasons. Never the right time. Never the right situation. The complicated history between them making it a little difficult to be as honest with him as once she had been. Time had softened that somewhat, but there was no doubting that it remained, of all things, not an easy piece of proverbial land to traverse.

She has to wonder if she's ever noticed his feelings for her. She's inclined to think not. If she's ever thought it was possible, then it was likely quickly pushed aside. What business has a Renan lord ever had with a Dahnan? Well, it's what she would have thought before. Even if they're technically the same, Kisara continues to wonder why the interest would be there at all.

Maybe... they've always simply been drawn to one another.

Her smile is, as it has been so much on this particular exchange, sheepish. Perhaps a touch uncertain and wary, though less of him and more of herself.

"I... don't really know what to say," she begins, a small laugh making its way into her voice. "I wasn't exactly expecting this today. Or... ever, actually. I'm not sure there's anything I could have done to be prepared for it. I guess that might not matter so much now, though. Sounds like we have at least one dinner in the future. And it... probably won't be a dinner between friends."

Because of all the things that they are, friends is a bit of an understatement. Maybe for longer than she's been willing to admit or acknowledge. Choosing not to see the truth, however, does not mean truth does not exist.
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[personal profile] sisterlyshield 2023-07-24 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well—"

Yes, naturally. The implication of a proposal does sort of point towards the way that they are very likely to see other dinners together. They have to start somewhere, however. The sooner Kisara stops looking at him as the lord she served and more as the former lord, still sort of leader to their people, who would like it if she stopped serving him and more lead with him, the better. Old habits, however, certainly die hard.

"You didn't spoil the tea," she manages to reply, shaking her head, and offering him an apologetic and reassuring look.

Tapping fingertips against her teacup, she still feels a little winded by the conversation and the weight of it. If one of them has spoiled their tea, it's probably her, in truth, though it would have been as equally a strange reaction to just accept his proposal, which a part of her has thought he made in haste. If he's had these feelings for as long as it seems he's had, then it wouldn't be hasty at all. Maybe just a matter of reaching the threshold for patience.

One can't know something if it's not said, after all.

Loosing a sigh, she continues. "I don't know that I'm going to laugh about it, but the considering part is already at the top of my to-do. Seems a fair way to spend my free time today." Provided she's willing to let herself have any free time after all that's been said and done. "Maybe we'll both laugh about it in the near future. I wonder what made you think over teatime was the opportune moment. Maybe my talk of wanting to leave and find myself."

Maybe he really was concerned she might leave and just not come back.
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[personal profile] sisterlyshield 2023-08-02 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's fair," Kisara begins thoughtfully. When thinking about it like that, it makes more sense. It's highly unlikely that having a tea together would leave them in the company of others. Maybe they don't have many moments where they can steal away together. It seems one or both of them tend to find themselves in the public eye. It would have been a very complicated situation if he'd asked her such a thing in front of others.

Kisara can't promise she would have handled it as maturely as she'd like to.

Tapping her fingers against the side of her teacup, her smile grows just a touch. Dearly missed, even with the intent to return. Has she truly become so important to him? It's touching. Having spent her life in Menancia, Kisara can't imagine being anywhere else. Maybe in some ways she's become very accustomed to having Dohalim in her life as well. She may no longer be blinded by the past, but it doesn't make him any less important to her.

"You could always just come with me. Although I know how you feel about fishing. You'd probably enjoy the orphanage more."