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In many ways, Maria is a complete contrast to Gilbert. She’s demure and polite, and he’s-to be polite, anything but. Her cousin and stepbrother still couldn’t quite figure out just attracted her to him after the first date, which they assumed she agreed to out of pity. There were times when Maria herself couldn’t quite figure out just why she was with him-let alone spending the night with him on a semi-frequent basis. Nighttime was when their personal quirks and oddities seemed to clash the most. Maria, being very much an early bird, had quite a bit of difficulty adjusting to Gilbert’s night owl nature.
Like right now. She had managed to convince him to turn the television off in the bedroom and come to bed at a reasonable time instead of waking her up after midnight, but he still was wide awake. She could almost understand and tolerate fidgeting, but he would never stop talking, no matter what.
“Hey, Sparrow,” He told her one time that he called her Sparrow because she was so little and light that she reminded him of a little bird he once rescued, “Do you think that we could go out for ice cream tomorrow?” His breath is warm against her ear, and in another world, it might have been soothing. But Gilbert didn’t have a good sense of what a whisper actually was, and spoke more in stage whisper than anything else. Maria groaned-an ‘unsexy’ sort of groan that Gilbert knew meant business. “Pancakes?”
“Bertie,” Maria said, trying not to clench her teeth, “Please, I have a meeting at eight tomorrow.” Which meant getting up before six to get everything ready. Gilbert wilted a little-she can feel the mattress shift a little. She doesn’t mean to hurt his feelings, but she had to sleep, not worry about feeding his cravings. If he wanted something like that, he should have asked before they went to bed. But despiteeverything, she does feel bad when he’s deflated for a mostly innocent thing. She turns into him, pressing a kiss to his collar before resting against him. “Goodnight, Bertie,” she says, repeating herself from earlier in the night. He doesn’t say anything, but pulls her closer to him. He’s trying-though she wouldn’t mind if he said goodnight, he knows she wants it quiet.
And so, despite whatever conflicts they may have, they had an honest chance to survive, willing to try and forgive, moving past whatever problem they might find.
Like right now. She had managed to convince him to turn the television off in the bedroom and come to bed at a reasonable time instead of waking her up after midnight, but he still was wide awake. She could almost understand and tolerate fidgeting, but he would never stop talking, no matter what.
“Hey, Sparrow,” He told her one time that he called her Sparrow because she was so little and light that she reminded him of a little bird he once rescued, “Do you think that we could go out for ice cream tomorrow?” His breath is warm against her ear, and in another world, it might have been soothing. But Gilbert didn’t have a good sense of what a whisper actually was, and spoke more in stage whisper than anything else. Maria groaned-an ‘unsexy’ sort of groan that Gilbert knew meant business. “Pancakes?”
“Bertie,” Maria said, trying not to clench her teeth, “Please, I have a meeting at eight tomorrow.” Which meant getting up before six to get everything ready. Gilbert wilted a little-she can feel the mattress shift a little. She doesn’t mean to hurt his feelings, but she had to sleep, not worry about feeding his cravings. If he wanted something like that, he should have asked before they went to bed. But despiteeverything, she does feel bad when he’s deflated for a mostly innocent thing. She turns into him, pressing a kiss to his collar before resting against him. “Goodnight, Bertie,” she says, repeating herself from earlier in the night. He doesn’t say anything, but pulls her closer to him. He’s trying-though she wouldn’t mind if he said goodnight, he knows she wants it quiet.
And so, despite whatever conflicts they may have, they had an honest chance to survive, willing to try and forgive, moving past whatever problem they might find.