maidanon said : She knew he cared. It was obvious in his features. But she also knew what kind of person ercole was. No way he would accept it. And of course, he didn't. But that was ok. As the beloved sweater behind was pointed at, she took a few steps behind, gently picked it up, walked back to ercole and extended it to him. "I know, sir. It is indeed none of your business. I just thought you would like to hear it. And, I wanted to say. You don't have to be like me." that's when the maid gently crouched down, to get a better look on ercoles face. They locked eyes. And oh was her eyes baby blue pretty, as much as her wide, gentle smile. She could see the feelings he was trying to hide in his eyes. She did not avert her gaze a second. "You don't have to be like me. I was a coward. I cared too much about their opinion. I married a man I did not care about. But you don't have to. You are a brave man, aren't you? You can stand up to them. Once you are old enough, i believe you can marry the person you love, unlike me. I will be here to support you, also. I'm not going anytime soon." then, she attempted to give a playful wink to ease the tension. She cared about this poor kid, with a fucked up dad and a broken heart. Its funny, because this guy bullies her toddlers- she always hears about it. Mom, ercole called me ugly, mom, ercole pushed me, mom, ercole is so mean, do something about it. But sadly, she could not. Maybe this kid is not as bad as he acts, she hopes, instead. -Maidanon
a hand SNAPPED out to snatch the sweater as SOON as it was within his reach , shoulders to his EARS as he leaned away from the maid ―― as if her BRINGING IT TO HIM wasn’t what he wanted , and he was SKEPTICAL. but ercole calmed with it in his hold , FLIPPING his hair back behind his shoulder and CLENCHING the pink wooliness in his hands , BUNCHED towards his chest. he hadn’t noticed that he inadvertently DRAWN her closer because of his DEMAND [ . . . ] so , as she began to SPEAK again , he repressed a FLINCH ― watching as she crouched , BELOW his level. he found comfort in that fact.
the situation felt tender. HEART TO HEART ― he didn’t LIKE to let anyone inside , not anyone he DIDN’T TRUST quite fully. the maid was able to PIERCE THROUGH his walls , though [ . . . ] and as he tried to PUT MORE up , her words MELTED him , melted his DEFENSE into nothingness. these gentle words , SUPPORT ercole would have NEVER imagined he needed. BUT DID HE WANT IT ? it wasn’t something he ASKED for , from a maid or not ――― the teen just wasn’t sure what to THINK of it. he HATED not knowing.
she seemed SO SURE of him , though. did she EVEN KNOW what she was spewing at him ? ― there was no WAY he would be able to love who he WANTED to love. not unless he didn’t want HIS FAMILY anymore , not unless he didn't want WANT to be considered NORMAL anymore. he felt SICK ―― ercole WISHED he could believe her. oh , he wanted NOTHING MORE than to take her words and LIVE UP to them. but it was IDIOTIC. the reality CRASHED down on ercole QUICKER than he could even blink.
WORDLESSLY , ercole TURNED away ――― sweater in hand , he CURLED in on himself slightly , brows FURROWED as he stared at the bed , holding the pink wool close to his lips as he spoke BARELY above a whisper. ( as if his PADRE would hear otherwise. )
❝ . . sei stupido ? i ――― i can’t marry a man. ❞
