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To give you a little perspective, hun, I'm over two hundred.

[Enough to be Elsa's great, great, great grandma, almost, if not more. It's a big difference, one that Lup really can't just ignore, no matter how close in age they appear to be.

But Elsa's got all awkward in her arms so of course the elf is going to let her loose when she's asked, Lup slithering back as best as her body allows, just to give Elsa a little breathing room. This isn't done, not exactly, but she understands if the younger woman wants some time to herself to think it through.]

Sure, I get it. And I'll give you whatever space you want, but we're still friends, Elsa, alright? This doesn't mean we aren't good.

[As Lup releases her, there's a sharp pang in Elsa's chest, and whether it's from disappointment or something else, she's not sure. But either way, it hurts, and she once more wraps her arms around herself in that gesture of anxiety that Lup knows so well now.]

Good... yeah. [Elsa's not sure if she believes it, but at least she's listening when Lup says it this time. That's... something.] I don't know what I'll do, but I'll just... I'll figure all of this out. I promise.

[Pause.]

And for the record, you don't look your age at all.

[... it's a joke?? do those jokes fly well with people who live hundreds to thousands of years???]

No doubt.

[Because of course Lup can be there for her every step of the way, but so much of this is going to Elsa working through it, dealing with her own feelings, striving to find the balance that she needs to find a little peace in her life. It sounds impossible now in the middle of everything, when she probably feels like her own feelings are strangling her from the inside out, but Lup has faith in her.

Elsa will be fine. They'll make it out on the other side in no time.

Maybe to most folks, now would not be the time for jokes, but Lup appreciates a break in the serious always, her smile curling just wide enough to show a flash of the fangs beneath.]

Bet I don't look a day over a hundred.

[Lup's faith in Elsa is something that will never fail to confuse the nymph. She falls apart here, so obviously unable to successfully squash down her feelings... and Lup believes she can crush this crush? Even Elsa isn't sure she can do it; after all, it took her so long to start coping with all the bad feelings she bottled up after the start of her isolation... how long will this take? Having to push back a good feeling, after realizing that good feelings are supposed to help her?

This is all a mess.]

You really don't. [And yet she still tries to joke. Because the more she doesn't focus on these feelings, the easy it is to wrangle them into that familiar dark, guarded corner of her heart.] I bet you could even pass for ninety.

[Is that too young?? Is she pushing a weird line here???]

Ninety! [The naga pushes her shoulders back and grins, brushing the long braid of her hair over her shoulder. Even if there's no missing the tension dropped down onto their shoulders, Lup hopes that Elsa will be able to find some peace even with this between them. Lup's not quite as loving as her husband is, not quite as big-hearted and adoring as he is, but she's long since learned that loving someone isn't a bad thing. Even if they don't quite return the feelings, just being capable of that feeling is uplifting and incredible.

Elsa's little crush on her may feel like a death sentence right now, but maybe it will pave the way for other loves to blossom, for Elsa to find a younger woman to fall in with. Admitting feelings is one thing, but admitting your feelings for another girl are something else. It's a good step to finding out what she's into.]

Keep flattering me like that and I'll never leave. [Not offensive at all, apparently.] You're gonna be alright, Elsa. I promise.

... I hope not.

[With a chance to get ahold of herself, to once more reign in and shove down her emotions into something more manageable, Elsa no longer sounds on the verge of tears or a breakdown. But her words there are... careful. Because she means it, but at the same time, she doesn't want her words to come off as crossing a line.

Even if Lup was casual about flirting, Elsa... can't really be like that. So she has to figure out how to say things that she means that can't be misread.]

I know it's selfish of me to wish that someone would never leave this place, and I would never want to try and make you stay, but... e-even after all of this... you're still the best friend I've ever had, Lup. I don't want to let that go easily.

[Which is why she was tearing herself apart these recent weeks. She knew her feelings would never be reciprocated, that was fine - even though it still made her heart sink like a stone every time. It was just... the thought of losing Lup, of putting some sort of wedge between them and not having her close anymore that was making her sick.]

[Elsa's lucky that there are so few lines to cross with Lup and that when conversations take a turn for the truly serious, she can put her teasing aside to be there for the people she cares most for. It's not always her strongest trait, but no one is quite as determined as Lup Taaco.]

Hey, I get it. I also don't think it's selfish of you. When Taako left, you know exactly what I went through. Of course we both think our siblings are happier back home as opposed to being stuck here in monster town, but that doesn't make it hurt any less. We just want 'em around. That doesn't make either of us assholes. I want my friends around too, 'specially in a place like this.

[There's a lot to unpack, of course, worries about the end of the year quickly approaching and just what is going to happen to this plane when they leave, but Elsa doesn't need to hear all of that. She doesn't need that worry on her too.]

I'm right here, babe. Not going anywhere. And for what it's worth, you're one of my best friends too. Never had a lot of girls to talk to before, it's kinda dope. I think you'd get along with my other lady bee-eff-eff, if she ever drops back in here, I'll be sure to introduce you.

Edited 2019-01-28 02:33 (UTC)

[I'm right here. Those words are supposed to be comforting, and it does help a bit of the tension ease out of Elsa's shoulders... but it also hurts a little. Not because of Lup, god no, but it thinks of all the times she's had to push people away because of how she was feeling, how that made her dangerous... and she knows she has to stop doing that. So maybe... maybe all of this was a good thing. It hurt as bad as any of the physical aches that came with her changes into a monster, but maybe it can also help her grow. Help her learn to move past those kinds of hurts instead of always holding on to them and letting them eventually tear her apart.

That's kind of scary, but. She'll try.]

Now that has to be a lie. You've really never had many female friends to talk with? With the way you act, I can't imagine you were one of the most absurdly popular people from your world.

[Lup has a feeling that Elsa is gonna crush it. May take awhile, but she's already seen the start of some growth there, she knows the young woman will come out victorious in the end.]

You aren't wrong, but lemme just say, there's a big difference in bein' popular and havin' friends.

A hundred-some years without anyone but her brother, wonder how much Elsa can relate to that, hm?]

I'll tell you about it sometime, how's that sound? We can get coffee an' chat, hang out proper.

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