Faramir sighs a little, as though a weight is lifted. "Thank you." It is not what he wanted, but...it will do. It will be enough. He will make it be enough.
He steps back, reaches down to her lap and takes her hands, holding them both in his. "Please do not look so distraught, Éowyn! It was no wish of mine to..." He trails off, for once unable to find words, then takes a breath, tries again. "Forgive me. And be assured that whatever happens, whatever answers you find or do not find, you will always have my friendship and support to hand, whenever you have need of them. On my word as a man of Gondor."
She will have more than that, for as long as he breathes; Faramir knows it as surely as his own name. But if she is not ready for him to speak of it--if she is never ready--he should not. Her words before pained him. To himself he cannot deny that, and perhaps it shows in his eyes, for all that he smiles gently for her. But that is own fault, for letting the day's joys run away with him. He does not blame her in the least.
Even so, the moment is too difficult to sustain for long. He squeezes her fingers. "I must go. Tomorrow will be very long, especially with such a beginning." He grimaces a little, and if the casualness of the expression takes more effort than it normally would...well, he is trying. "I will need to depart at first light, I fear, though the ceremony will not be until mid-morning. May I send a messenger to you, when it is time?"
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most of our plans are play and fluff! Which is also great. But some angst is nice for a bit. ;)
Date: 2018-11-26 11:11 pm (UTC)He steps back, reaches down to her lap and takes her hands, holding them both in his. "Please do not look so distraught, Éowyn! It was no wish of mine to..." He trails off, for once unable to find words, then takes a breath, tries again. "Forgive me. And be assured that whatever happens, whatever answers you find or do not find, you will always have my friendship and support to hand, whenever you have need of them. On my word as a man of Gondor."
She will have more than that, for as long as he breathes; Faramir knows it as surely as his own name. But if she is not ready for him to speak of it--if she is never ready--he should not. Her words before pained him. To himself he cannot deny that, and perhaps it shows in his eyes, for all that he smiles gently for her. But that is own fault, for letting the day's joys run away with him. He does not blame her in the least.
Even so, the moment is too difficult to sustain for long. He squeezes her fingers. "I must go. Tomorrow will be very long, especially with such a beginning." He grimaces a little, and if the casualness of the expression takes more effort than it normally would...well, he is trying. "I will need to depart at first light, I fear, though the ceremony will not be until mid-morning. May I send a messenger to you, when it is time?"