@christbled asked : “ just... be honest with me, do you hate me? “ (for eloise) [ this is the state of grace / this is the worthwhile fight ]
the sigh that comes from pursed lips is one that is long and deep. now, hate is a strong word. it's a VERY strong word, and one eloise doesn't use lightly. and while she might not have a particularly glowing view of this man sitting across the small table from her, the one that she was practically shoved down the aisle towards, she certainly hadn't meant to give the impression that he is HATED.
" i hate that i -- that WE -- have been forced into such an arrangement. " she wasn't one to mince words. if he wanted honesty, by god, she would give it to him. they were in this together now, whether they liked it or not. " i hate that some have opted to see my person as a prize pig to be sold to the highest bidder. " ( she hates that money wasn't a part of the equation, not from what she'd heard her parents discussing. ) " but i... i do not hate YOU, no. " brows furrow then, and grey eyes look up from cooling tea, a glimmer of concern. " do you hate ME ? "
