[there is so much she's still learning, has yet to learn, about man's world. the nuances of the social hierarchy, the reasons why women are not allowed in certain places and frequently force themselves into restrictive torture devices of fabric for what etta describes as "fashion," will probably elude her for a long time. so, too, will the reasons why men can turn cruel, why so many can willingly look away from the suffering of innocents and allow lives to be lost for political gain and personal profit, all more complicated than she could've ever believed.
but she knows this for certain — there is also goodness in the hearts of men, that inspires them to sacrifice and love and believe. the proof of that is everywhere. it's sitting right in front of her.
as she studies him, lets his thumb brush her hand, her smile broadens.]
It is breakfast. [a pause, a slight shrug of her shoulder before she takes another sip of her coffee and flicks her gaze toward the window and back again, all exaggerated for effect.] We could be associates. Together but not 'together,' that's how you would say it, right?
[she's not sure when the semantics of that will stop feeling utterly ridiculous to her.]
[Sometimes he thinks she goes out of her way to be oblivious. And other times he thinks it just comes naturally because she really doesn't understand. Her island is very different from the rest of the world. For a moment, he can't tell if she really doesn't get his meaning or if she's just teasing him.
It's been an amazing week. It's been the kind of week people write stories about. A boy falls in love with a girl, they save the world, they go for crepes after. They spend every day exploring the city of Paris together and every night exploring each other and he doesn't need anything more than this. Him, her, the world at their feet. He doesn't want to own her or force her into a role that she could never really fit into.
He just-- it'd be nice to know if she were as captivated by him as he is by her.]
I was thinking something a little more official. More... committed than associates.
["committed," he says, and her demeanor shifts. she gently sets her cup down on the table and allows her teasing smile to fade into something more serious. her eyes are on him completely now, looking to meet his.
she ponders for a moment in silence after that, casting a series of words around in her mind, testing the weight of them until she lands on the one that feels right.]
Partners? [it's a term they'd also had on themyscira — not like men's strange concept of "marriage," but used to refer to a type of commitment all the same. above all, the bond between partners is built on trust. they fight side by side without hesitation, watch each other's backs in battle. they stand together through life's trials, stronger than any single individual is alone.
she and steve have already fought through darkness together. he has already had her back, and she his. she would not trade the days and nights they have spent in each other's company for anything in the world, and wants to experience as many of them as she can. partner seems like a perfectly logical thing to call him.]
[She has this way of looking at him where he swears she can see into his soul and see every little goddamn thing about him and it's terrifying and arousing at the same time (he understands you so well, Sammy, my friend) and for the life of him-- he can't figure out if she likes what she sees.
He thinks she must or else she would have abandoned him by now. She doesn't strike him as the kind of woman who would stick by a guy just because she's saved his life a couple of times now.]
Does partners mean the same thing on Themyscira as it does here?
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but she knows this for certain — there is also goodness in the hearts of men, that inspires them to sacrifice and love and believe. the proof of that is everywhere. it's sitting right in front of her.
as she studies him, lets his thumb brush her hand, her smile broadens.]
It is breakfast. [a pause, a slight shrug of her shoulder before she takes another sip of her coffee and flicks her gaze toward the window and back again, all exaggerated for effect.] We could be associates. Together but not 'together,' that's how you would say it, right?
[she's not sure when the semantics of that will stop feeling utterly ridiculous to her.]
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It's been an amazing week. It's been the kind of week people write stories about. A boy falls in love with a girl, they save the world, they go for crepes after. They spend every day exploring the city of Paris together and every night exploring each other and he doesn't need anything more than this. Him, her, the world at their feet. He doesn't want to own her or force her into a role that she could never really fit into.
He just-- it'd be nice to know if she were as captivated by him as he is by her.]
I was thinking something a little more official. More... committed than associates.
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she ponders for a moment in silence after that, casting a series of words around in her mind, testing the weight of them until she lands on the one that feels right.]
Partners? [it's a term they'd also had on themyscira — not like men's strange concept of "marriage," but used to refer to a type of commitment all the same. above all, the bond between partners is built on trust. they fight side by side without hesitation, watch each other's backs in battle. they stand together through life's trials, stronger than any single individual is alone.
she and steve have already fought through darkness together. he has already had her back, and she his. she would not trade the days and nights they have spent in each other's company for anything in the world, and wants to experience as many of them as she can. partner seems like a perfectly logical thing to call him.]
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He thinks she must or else she would have abandoned him by now. She doesn't strike him as the kind of woman who would stick by a guy just because she's saved his life a couple of times now.]
Does partners mean the same thing on Themyscira as it does here?