[The difference between Hob and all the other fae who have tried and failed to woo the Mistrex of the Bloom, is that he neither expects nor demands anything from them. His affections are always genuine, entirely umprompted expressions of his feelings with no strings nor price attached. All he can do is speak his emotions as true as he can, and hope that they're accepted as they are. Frankly, he knows no other way.
He never pursued Rue for status, nor power, nor gain. He never wanted them for anything other than themself. The same holds true now, all this time later.]
Should your mind happen to concoct an evening to rival the one I have devised for you, then I shall not rest until I have given you the very night of your dreams—one to rival even your most decadent, indulgent desires. [Dare him! He means it!! His love language is acts of service!!!]
But yes, we are indeed heading into the woods. Not far, naturally. I would loathe to exhaust you after such a long day of work. [As the canopy above shades them from the setting sun, casting flecks of light and shadow over the promenading pair, Hob glances up at them. The bugbear looks utterly smitten.]
I am certain you can fathom it, beloved. My mind is hopefully not so mysterious as to be indecipherable. By that, what I mean to say is: Guess.
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He never pursued Rue for status, nor power, nor gain. He never wanted them for anything other than themself. The same holds true now, all this time later.]
Should your mind happen to concoct an evening to rival the one I have devised for you, then I shall not rest until I have given you the very night of your dreams—one to rival even your most decadent, indulgent desires. [Dare him! He means it!! His love language is acts of service!!!]
But yes, we are indeed heading into the woods. Not far, naturally. I would loathe to exhaust you after such a long day of work. [As the canopy above shades them from the setting sun, casting flecks of light and shadow over the promenading pair, Hob glances up at them. The bugbear looks utterly smitten.]
I am certain you can fathom it, beloved. My mind is hopefully not so mysterious as to be indecipherable. By that, what I mean to say is: Guess.