[ there's definitely something about it — peeling away the perfectly tailored layers to reveal the secrets beneath, despite them both having seen every part of each other. like unwrapping a favorite gift; familiar, but the tease of a potential surprise is always there.
thirty-two isn't really that old, and given that clorinde herself often never quite feels her age, the number doesn't really surprise her. he is right, though, that she's never told him hers, and her smile turns a little rueful. ]
... It's September twentieth. [ yes, it'd already passed. ] I'll be turning twenty-nine this year.
[ and now they both know. neither of them had really cared about it themselves, she's certain, but it feels — nice, to know his. to be able to celebrate it with him, even if it's just over dinner. ]
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thirty-two isn't really that old, and given that clorinde herself often never quite feels her age, the number doesn't really surprise her. he is right, though, that she's never told him hers, and her smile turns a little rueful. ]
... It's September twentieth. [ yes, it'd already passed. ] I'll be turning twenty-nine this year.
[ and now they both know. neither of them had really cared about it themselves, she's certain, but it feels — nice, to know his. to be able to celebrate it with him, even if it's just over dinner. ]