❖ + lady tsaritsa, what exactly do your harbingers mean to you?
Truth be told.. | x
Her fingers intertwine in front of her stomach, she plays with them momentarily, thinking about her answer carefully. Dottore wasn’t one for emotional matters, so he knows less about how much she actually cares about them. It’s actually interesting to her that he’d be curious.
She smiles gently, closing her eyes, her feet rocking her back and forth.
Well.. She’s got to answer truthfully, doesn’t she? At least it was just them. It’d be a little more embarrassing if anyone who’d leak it would hear. It’s okay though, she trusted Dottore. Maybe a bit more than she should. “ Oh, but where do I even start?.. “ She giggles, one of her fingers wandering up to her hair, rolling it around her finger a little nervously.
She’s really not sure where to start. “ They mean, a lot to me. “ Lyubov says, lifting her other hand in front of her mouth, the back of it covering it. She’s blushing. It was a bit embarrassing.
“ I don’t really have anyone else that I get to be close to. It’s.. bad for my reputation. “ Her feet shift. “ I don’t let you know this enough, but I do care for your well-being. A lot. “
Lyubov really doesn’t know what else to say about it. They just meant.. a lot to her. Some of them were like her children, others like her best friends. Rosalyne was her favourite, but they all meant something to her. “ I don’t think I could bear losing any of you. “
