- Mon Feb 19, 2018 11:11 am
As much as Matt relaxed into her words, the observations and narration helped to calm Cora’s racing mind just as much, she realized as she watched the tension in his shoulders and neck melt away a bit. She almost instinctively reached to take Matt’s hand when he offered it to her across the table, looking around at the restaurant more out of nervous habit than actually needing to look around to describe it to Matt. It seemed that they were safe, at least for the moment, but she couldn’t help but wonder how long that would last. True, she was more well-known in the wizarding world, but even still, their escape from Mi5 had only been the other day and something that high-profile was bound to be televised in the international community. Cora was certain she wouldn’t be totally at ease until they were back in their hotel room and she had thoroughly checked it for spells and muggle observation technologies too.
Matt’s words made her heart skip a beat and a shy smile spread across her face at his declaration of love, leaving her speechless for a moment. She loved him just as much, maybe more for the lack of affection and genuine love she had had in her life for the vast majority of it, but there were still questions and doubts in the back of her mind even still. Like, was his affection really how he felt or what it simply the remnants of being under the curse? Would he wake up in a few days or a few weeks and suddenly realize he was free and then leave? Not that Cora would blame him if he did, but the questions remained nonetheless, particularly with his repetition of ‘I don’t know why’ as a qualifier for his actions and feelings. Tonight wasn’t the first time he had expressed such doubt which only made Cora’s fears more real, more possible in her mind, but… maybe tonight wasn’t the time to say so. They were in Paris after all, and he had gone to so much effort to make their vacation nice.
“Ta gra agam duit,” she said quietly, not realizing she had spoken in Gaelic at first, but blushing slightly when she did. “I love you, I mean. M’sorry, mo ghra,” she corrected herself.
The waitress thankfully came over to take their orders, giving the witch a moment to get her head back on straight and center herself. She looked over the menu briefly, smiling when she saw her favorite item was still on it. “J'aurai le coq au vin avec la salade niçoise, s'il vous plait,” Cora told the waitress with a polite smile. She looked over at Matt with a smile as well. “Do you know what you’d like, love?”