[—so it's the intimacy of the act that bothers Dantes so. Kissing is reserved for the one he's betrothed to, the one who lays claim to his heart. If he grants Andersen the privilege, he will betray what he's sworn himself to. To be absent from a marriage is no grievous sin. But to replace his wife with another...
He should lock his heart up. Be careful about what he wants, tuck back these messy emotions he wants to spill out, keep his head on straight so he won't cross that boundary. Andersen presses his hand over Dantes'. His pulse is steady.]
Then think of this as a midsummer's night dream, nothing more and nothing less.
[Like the little mermaid, he will gouge out his own voice for him.]
You can desire me without a kiss. [Red rises to his cheeks, a mixture of shame and embarrassment this time.] I won't— I can't tell anyone. I'll show you I'm just as filthy as the rest of mankind.
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[—so it's the intimacy of the act that bothers Dantes so. Kissing is reserved for the one he's betrothed to, the one who lays claim to his heart. If he grants Andersen the privilege, he will betray what he's sworn himself to. To be absent from a marriage is no grievous sin. But to replace his wife with another...
He should lock his heart up. Be careful about what he wants, tuck back these messy emotions he wants to spill out, keep his head on straight so he won't cross that boundary. Andersen presses his hand over Dantes'. His pulse is steady.]
Then think of this as a midsummer's night dream, nothing more and nothing less.
[Like the little mermaid, he will gouge out his own voice for him.]
You can desire me without a kiss. [Red rises to his cheeks, a mixture of shame and embarrassment this time.] I won't— I can't tell anyone. I'll show you I'm just as filthy as the rest of mankind.