Amelia's cheeks turn an even deeper red as she looks down at her tea. Part of her had expected the question, but it's still... unnerving to hear it. Mostly because her own thoughts have been churning on the matter for months, stirred up several times today in their walk about Asvera.
Dreams, why has she continued to avoid this conversation with Thor? This is madness.
"Not... as such. Not yet, at least? We've not actually spoken on the subject." Her neck turns a bit red as she forces herself to take a sip of tea for a few seconds of reprieve. "It's something we should speak on, but it's complicated with me being mortal and not knowing what the fate of such children would be, let alone how the rest of Asvera would take it or if they'd accept me as anything more than his partner and--"
She cuts herself off with sharp exhale, fingers inevitably finding the strands of her hairpin. "I'm sorry. My thoughts have been on this for a while without knowing how to broach the subject with him. Not because I'm eager to have children, but because... because..."
Because she never saw herself with children on her world. She never thought she could be a mother, much less someone's lover or partner or wife. Now here she is, in love with the king of a people she cares for as if she'd always been among them or were one of them. How do you even talk about something like that with the person you love?
"I suppose this is a reminder that I need to talk with my therapist about, assuming I don't trip into the conversation." A habit that feels like it's painfully obvious in this moment.
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Dreams, why has she continued to avoid this conversation with Thor? This is madness.
"Not... as such. Not yet, at least? We've not actually spoken on the subject." Her neck turns a bit red as she forces herself to take a sip of tea for a few seconds of reprieve. "It's something we should speak on, but it's complicated with me being mortal and not knowing what the fate of such children would be, let alone how the rest of Asvera would take it or if they'd accept me as anything more than his partner and--"
She cuts herself off with sharp exhale, fingers inevitably finding the strands of her hairpin. "I'm sorry. My thoughts have been on this for a while without knowing how to broach the subject with him. Not because I'm eager to have children, but because... because..."
Because she never saw herself with children on her world. She never thought she could be a mother, much less someone's lover or partner or wife. Now here she is, in love with the king of a people she cares for as if she'd always been among them or were one of them. How do you even talk about something like that with the person you love?
"I suppose this is a reminder that I need to talk with my therapist about, assuming I don't trip into the conversation." A habit that feels like it's painfully obvious in this moment.