Thomas laughed, good-humored about her bewilderment, at least. "I know," he quickly said, assuring her that he was of the same mind. "It is a little odd, isn't it? But it just-- I truly can't say, it just made me think of you. I saw it, and kept looking at it, and finally just thought... somehow, it ought to be yours."
It was a lovely piece, even if the figure on it was a little odd. The lyre was fitting, he thought. He knew Greta came from a world where people just... sang. And he knew that she felt sort of lost without those sort of cues here.
"I don't know, I won't be offended if you decided not to wear it often," he promised her, still smiling as he leaned to kiss her cheek. "But it's yours, and that feels right."
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Date: 2018-04-27 08:47 pm (UTC)It was a lovely piece, even if the figure on it was a little odd. The lyre was fitting, he thought. He knew Greta came from a world where people just... sang. And he knew that she felt sort of lost without those sort of cues here.
"I don't know, I won't be offended if you decided not to wear it often," he promised her, still smiling as he leaned to kiss her cheek. "But it's yours, and that feels right."