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She leads the way back to her room and opens the door, then walks in and goes to stand near the small sofa.

There she's quiet, waiting, with her arms wrapped around herself. Susan can't quite look at him.

Date: 2005-07-26 07:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key-youth-bert.livejournal.com
"Susan--"

Cuthbert moves to stand beside her, taking her in his arms.

He doesn't have to ask about sai Desire again. Not really.

"You'd rather I didn't know?" It's not really a question.

Date: 2005-07-26 07:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key-youth-bert.livejournal.com
He draws her closer, rubbing her back gently with one hand.

"Why not?"

There's honest confusion in his voice.

Date: 2005-07-26 07:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key-youth-bert.livejournal.com
"You thought I'd--" Cuthbert stares at her for a moment.

Then, perhaps unexpectedly, he laughs.

Quickly, "Say sorry, I shouldn't be laughing at something like this, but--you really thought that?"

Date: 2005-07-26 07:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key-youth-bert.livejournal.com
"Susan--"

Completely serious once again, he keeps hold of her with one arm, tilting her chin up with the other.

"I won't pretend I'm thrilled with the idea. But it's not something you chose, or something you control--and knowing it now doesn't change you any more than coming to know of the Lady changed me."

Date: 2005-07-26 07:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key-youth-bert.livejournal.com
Cuthbert nods solemnly. "It's not something new, just something we haven't known about until now. And as for thinking worse of you...I belong to Death, Susan. She's beautiful and kind and she drinks White Russians and likes shiny things, but she's Death, and I wouldn't change being hers if I could. Does that make you think any worse of me?"

There's a note of uncertainty in his voice, at the end.

Date: 2005-07-26 08:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key-youth-bert.livejournal.com
Calmy and certainly, "Then why would I think any less of you for being Desire's?"

Date: 2005-07-26 08:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key-youth-bert.livejournal.com
Cuthbert wraps his arms around her, one hand coming up to stroke her hair.

"Shh--shh, it's alright. There's nothing you need to ask forgiveness for."

Date: 2005-07-26 08:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key-youth-bert.livejournal.com
Cuthbert's brow furrows. "I don't think he would think and less of thee either, Sue. But if thee doesn't wish it, I won't tell him."

It's a promise, despite his doubt of her fear.

Date: 2005-07-26 08:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key-youth-bert.livejournal.com
"Susan--"

He takes her face in his hands, looking into her eyes.

"Thinking ill of of Desire and thinking ill of you are two different things, and if Roland couldn't see that, he'd need some sense knocked into him. But no matter what my thoughts on the matter are, it's not for me to tell him this, and I won't. I swear it."

Date: 2005-07-26 07:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key-youth-bert.livejournal.com
Cuthbert leans in and kisses her, drawing back after a long moment.

"It's not such a shock, really. We're all uneasy around sai Desire in this place, but if you just think about the concept of desire..."

He glances down at her, snd smiles. "After all, I think part of me fell in love with you the first time we met, and then just waited for the rest of me to catch up."

Date: 2005-07-26 08:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key-youth-bert.livejournal.com
Cuthbert presses a kiss to the tips of her fingers, still smiling.

"You remember that day in the market? Me falling all over myself and babbling? And even before that, at Seafront. I wasn't being flippant, there was actual knee-loosening, there."

He leans down again, kissing her temple. "It doesn't change anything, Sue. Just...puts a name to what was already there."

Date: 2005-07-26 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key-youth-bert.livejournal.com
Cuthbert looks down at her, his expression serious once more, and then answers her question honestly.

"I can't say it doesn't make me uneasy, a bit. I was wary of sai Desire already, and this isn't exactly going to make me less wary."

The gunslingers have been at cross purposes with Desire before. If they were again, could hesheit try to use Susan as a bargaining chip?

Cuthbert hopes not. He'd really rather not have to make an Endless his enemy.

"But none of that has any effect on the way I feel about you, and it never could."

Date: 2005-07-26 09:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key-youth-bert.livejournal.com
Cuthbert doesn't want to give a damn what Desire thinks of him.

But neither does he particularly want to think about what he might be in for if Desire thought ill of him.

He nods. "That's as well as may be, then, mayhap."

Date: 2005-07-26 09:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key-youth-bert.livejournal.com
Cuthbert lifts one hand to cup her cheek, meeting her eyes directly, and nods solemnly.

He wanted her from the first time he saw her, and never really stopped. Not even when he was at his angriest over the way she and Roland conducted their affair in Mejis--in fact, he's realized that his own desire for her might have been part of that anger. Not even when he and Alain accepted her into their lives with open arms,

(Roland's love is my love)

and not even in their first days together here, when he would embrace her or touch her hand as no more than a friend giving comfort.

There's never been a time when he didn't desire her, on some level. So, with the initial shock wearing off, it only makes sense to him that she is Desire's.

Date: 2005-07-26 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] key-youth-bert.livejournal.com
Cuthbert drops his hand from her cheek to wrap both his arms around her, pulling her closer, letting the kiss draw itself out over a long, sweet moment.

And when he finally draws back, it's just enough to slide his lips along her cheek and then whisper in her ear, "I love thee, Susan."

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