[They look a matched set like this, really, him in his suit, her in her blouse and skirt, her cravat and boots, all in black and white and the rich oxblood she'd been weaving into her style since she was a little girl.
No glasses on her, though, not that they'd obscure what she actually wants to conceal, which is how her cheeks bloom like a field of pink flowers at the way he kisses his knuckles, they way he calls her best girl. He has a certain genuineness to him that keeps her on her toes, she thinks, carrying himself so naturally around her in ways that people often don't, and she hopes to never take that for granted.
Even if she wishes her face wasn't always so damned quick to speak for her heart.]
It's meant to be a symbol, [she says, gesturing to the train at large, grasping at it as a way to even out her own nerves.] We knew we needed one, but didn't want it to be a person or an ideology. No, what we wanted was a way to make an irrevocable promise while also showcasing potential.
[Thus the luxury; thus the way it stands out against everything else. Its a gamble to be sure, but then again so is everything else on this new world. The only thing to do with caution here is to throw it into the wind.]
It's currently being sponsored by several benefactors while we establish further land, air, and sea routes, with enough funding to spare that anyone who needs to travel between the city-states can, regardless of their wealth.
[A necessity, really; there simply aren't any other safe ways to travel. The world has yet to be fully charted, and what roads exist are often dangerous for how remote they are, often inaccessible even by helicopter. But thoughts like those can spiral and spiral and spiral, and this leg of her trip was supposed to be about relaxation, so she shifts her focus back to Troy's description of his trip.]
But that's a rather wrought topic. Why don't you choose somewhere for us to sit, and I'll bring you some coffee? [A pause, then: Those glasses suit you, by the way.
[ Troy looks around at the train, following Cornelia's gesture briefly before his focus inevitably returns to what his mind thinks is the most beautiful sight around. It wasn't until she tells him to feel at home that he nods at her offer and turns around, striding leisurely until he finds a comfortable spot suited for his height. ]
Oh, thank you. Comes with the suit.
[ He chuckles as he glances over his shoulder, seeing the glasses as a finishing touch to his fancy suit that grants him that air of class. He can only hear Cornelia from where he's seated, arm draped over the backrest and one leg crossed over the other. And out of nowhere, he can't help but flirt: ]
I think you'd look good in glasses, personally. Especially red frames...
[Well, at least this time she doesn't need the glasses to hide anything, with his back turned to her and all. So she'll let his flirt hang in the air while she heads over to the serving counter. Short-staffed as the train is, she gathers everything together herself: a fresh pot of coffee, serving jars of sugar and creamer, stirring spoons, and mugs, all of which is obscenely ornate, and all of which softly clatters as she makes her way back to Troy.
After placing it down on the table, she gestures for him to help himself, then takes her seat across from him.]
I used to wear glasses as a girl, though they weren't red. My siblings and I each had a pair for when we wanted to visit Pendragon's public district without drawing attention to ourselves. We'd have to scramble to find ways to dress down, so much so that every excursion felt like an event. And all we'd do was walk around for an hour or two like mall rats.
[And for the briefest moment, her expression freezes, as if she's speaking to him over video and there's a glitch in their connection. Her recovery is quick, though, and she settles more comfortably in her seat thereafter.]
Thank you again for your support. This train would be a shadow of its current form without it, and we've allocated the rest of the resources you sent to help in the construction of a new city-state not far from here.
[ It's nice; seeing a princess like Cornelia be willing to perform an act of service, even when he knows full well that she is more of a soldier than royalty. No different from himself. But perhaps that is what makes it more appealing to him. The feeling of just being themselves is heightened by the simple atmosphere of a couple enjoying their privacy inside this luxurious lounge. Troy takes over, making cups for the both of them with practiced ease. As his eyes are focused on making their beverages, he listens to her speak and hums with a smile. ]
I can't help but imagine you wearing some really dorky ones for some reason.
[ Imagining little Cornelia with glasses, he can't help but chuckle as he pours her a cup of coffee and serving her first before even pouring his own. ]
And you're always welcome. Y'know I was really glad to see some of the furnishings and knowing they came from my lands. Made me feel I was home. In a way.
[ He says, relaxing on his seat once he has his coffee in hand. He takes a moment to pause, enjoying the aroma of a familiar blend, before his eyes flick back at Cornelia. ]
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No glasses on her, though, not that they'd obscure what she actually wants to conceal, which is how her cheeks bloom like a field of pink flowers at the way he kisses his knuckles, they way he calls her best girl. He has a certain genuineness to him that keeps her on her toes, she thinks, carrying himself so naturally around her in ways that people often don't, and she hopes to never take that for granted.
Even if she wishes her face wasn't always so damned quick to speak for her heart.]
It's meant to be a symbol, [she says, gesturing to the train at large, grasping at it as a way to even out her own nerves.] We knew we needed one, but didn't want it to be a person or an ideology. No, what we wanted was a way to make an irrevocable promise while also showcasing potential.
[Thus the luxury; thus the way it stands out against everything else. Its a gamble to be sure, but then again so is everything else on this new world. The only thing to do with caution here is to throw it into the wind.]
It's currently being sponsored by several benefactors while we establish further land, air, and sea routes, with enough funding to spare that anyone who needs to travel between the city-states can, regardless of their wealth.
[A necessity, really; there simply aren't any other safe ways to travel. The world has yet to be fully charted, and what roads exist are often dangerous for how remote they are, often inaccessible even by helicopter. But thoughts like those can spiral and spiral and spiral, and this leg of her trip was supposed to be about relaxation, so she shifts her focus back to Troy's description of his trip.]
But that's a rather wrought topic. Why don't you choose somewhere for us to sit, and I'll bring you some coffee? [A pause, then: Those glasses suit you, by the way.
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[ Troy looks around at the train, following Cornelia's gesture briefly before his focus inevitably returns to what his mind thinks is the most beautiful sight around. It wasn't until she tells him to feel at home that he nods at her offer and turns around, striding leisurely until he finds a comfortable spot suited for his height. ]
Oh, thank you. Comes with the suit.
[ He chuckles as he glances over his shoulder, seeing the glasses as a finishing touch to his fancy suit that grants him that air of class. He can only hear Cornelia from where he's seated, arm draped over the backrest and one leg crossed over the other. And out of nowhere, he can't help but flirt: ]
I think you'd look good in glasses, personally. Especially red frames...
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After placing it down on the table, she gestures for him to help himself, then takes her seat across from him.]
I used to wear glasses as a girl, though they weren't red. My siblings and I each had a pair for when we wanted to visit Pendragon's public district without drawing attention to ourselves. We'd have to scramble to find ways to dress down, so much so that every excursion felt like an event. And all we'd do was walk around for an hour or two like mall rats.
[And for the briefest moment, her expression freezes, as if she's speaking to him over video and there's a glitch in their connection. Her recovery is quick, though, and she settles more comfortably in her seat thereafter.]
Thank you again for your support. This train would be a shadow of its current form without it, and we've allocated the rest of the resources you sent to help in the construction of a new city-state not far from here.
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I can't help but imagine you wearing some really dorky ones for some reason.
[ Imagining little Cornelia with glasses, he can't help but chuckle as he pours her a cup of coffee and serving her first before even pouring his own. ]
And you're always welcome. Y'know I was really glad to see some of the furnishings and knowing they came from my lands. Made me feel I was home. In a way.
[ He says, relaxing on his seat once he has his coffee in hand. He takes a moment to pause, enjoying the aroma of a familiar blend, before his eyes flick back at Cornelia. ]