Oh, Arthur. Joan sighs, a soft sound with an even softer look attached. Somewhere along the way, him telling the truth had turned into her Kryptonite. "I like you better when you're honest than when you're charming," she informs him, fingers sneaking up to unbutton the top button of his shirt. "When you're both, you're almost irresistible."
Almost, because it would do them a disservice to turn away from conversation for bed when they're communicating effectively. "There is no 'anyway', Arthur. I love you for the stubborn, overbearing, overprotective, damned if you do and if you don't patriot that you are. Nothing has ever made me angrier than the thought that you'd been sleeping with someone else. Nothing has ever made me more willing to shed every last bit of reserve and fight. This island isn't big enough for me and you in love with someone who isn't me." It's all said with a deceptive mildness, Joan's self-perfected mask of civility and restraint, that only Arthur and Meg truly knew to look behind for the ferocity there. She tips her head, lashes dropping in a calculating sort of look. "I won't ever go quietly. That's why I need to know, for sure, that you don't want a child, because if I'm going to give you one, we need to do that now before it becomes impossible."
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Date: 2012-06-10 08:42 pm (UTC)Almost, because it would do them a disservice to turn away from conversation for bed when they're communicating effectively. "There is no 'anyway', Arthur. I love you for the stubborn, overbearing, overprotective, damned if you do and if you don't patriot that you are. Nothing has ever made me angrier than the thought that you'd been sleeping with someone else. Nothing has ever made me more willing to shed every last bit of reserve and fight. This island isn't big enough for me and you in love with someone who isn't me." It's all said with a deceptive mildness, Joan's self-perfected mask of civility and restraint, that only Arthur and Meg truly knew to look behind for the ferocity there. She tips her head, lashes dropping in a calculating sort of look. "I won't ever go quietly. That's why I need to know, for sure, that you don't want a child, because if I'm going to give you one, we need to do that now before it becomes impossible."