Seeking Answers

[toohonest]

Aleksandra enters the room Looking Purposeful, with what appears to be a book of poems under her arm. She clears her throat in a way that makes it clear she is addressing the room as a whole, although her voice remains quite soft

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[acrossandasong]

*tilts his head, seriously considering the question, then -- smiling, brightly* Falling in love makes people much happier than they ever thought they could be.

[toohonest]

It also causes pain, does it not? For instance, if harm comes to the other -- or if there is disagreement between the two. And it clouds the mind. Makes it difficult to think of other things. *a small, faintly amused smile* My brother has hardly touched his books in weeks.

[acrossandasong]

*shrugs slightly* I suppose I can't speak on anyone else's experience, but -- I believe that it is always worth it, if it's real. *and looks briefly amused* I think the initial inability to do anything else does fade, eventually.

[toohonest]

I certainly hope it does. *actually giggles, a rather sudden change from her solemn manner a moment before* It wouldn't do for the Czarevitch to be mooning about ignoring his studies for too long. But I am afraid I still do not understand.

[acrossandasong]

*slight smile* Have you never been in love? Or-- thought you were in love?

[toohonest]

*simply* No. *perhaps because she's young -- only sixteen yet -- but something in her manner might suggest that just isn't it*

[acrossandasong]

*nods, then; he doesn't find it troublesome so much as strange that she doesn't understand* I can try to explain the appeal, if you like.

[toohonest]

Yes, please.

[acrossandasong]

*tilts his head a little again in order to think about this* There's -- something very nice about knowing that there is someone who thinks so highly of you, and -- it's wonderful to be able to put all of oneself into believing the same of another.

[toohonest]

*listens, very carefully, taking it in and evaluating every word -- but in the end her response is only silence, a thoughtful frown. it makes sense, in a way (she is certain this is what she sees in her parents) but on the most basic, immediate level, she cannot understand*

[acrossandasong]

*...sees that, and while he doesn't entirely understand (being half-angel and having been entirely raised by a real angel doesn't make one receptive to a failure to understand love), he doesn't want to press it* Does that -- not make sense?

[toohonest]

No. I love my family -- my father, my mother, my brothers -- but it's different, isn't it?

[acrossandasong]

*nods slightly* It is. It's -- *hesitates again, grasping for the proper words* The love for family is more -- it's more grounded. It's the sort of love that has always been there and -- the sort that you know won't ever go. Love -- romantic love, being in love, is -- not fleeting, but -- *bites his lip* It's difficult to explain. It's so indescribably wonderful, it feels as if it couldn't possibly be something of this earth.

[toohonest]

Do you think it is that way for everyone?

[acrossandasong]

*smiles faintly but brightly* I certainly hope so. But I suppose it's different for everyone.

[toohonest]

I will have to ask more people. *truly curious, so is going to find out as much as possible*