Awakening Supports/Maribelle Lon'qu

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C Support

Maribelle:
Lon'qu! Just what do you think you were doing in that last battle?

Lon'qu:
Stabbing people.

Maribelle:
I was REFERRING to your insistence on charging off faster than I can follow! It's lovely that you're so eager to bathe in blood, but I must insist you match my pace.

Lon'qu:
Leave me, woman.

Maribelle:
Ha! Spoken like a true cad! I've heard tell of your little "issue" with women, but you'll just have to get over it.

Lon'qu:
This is no problem of yours. If I bleed, it is due to my own weakness. Each cut is a lesson. Each scar a reminder.

Maribelle:
Oh, and just think how much you'll learn when you die in a heap on the battlefield! It's my job to keep your blood inside you, and that requires cooperation.

Lon'qu:
I can patch my own wounds. Now leave me!

Maribelle:
I will not! Now you just sit right there and— I say! Get back here this instant!

B Support

Maribelle:
Ah ha! There you are!

Lon'qu:
Ugh.

Maribelle:
You nearly lost your sword arm yesterday, Lon'qu! Are you aware of this? All your warrior's pride won't be worth a whit if you can't lift a blade!

Lon'qu:
I've intensified my training so that such a thing won't happen again. Now stop following me.

Maribelle:
Not so fast!

Lon'qu:
That's my arm. You're touching my arm. ...Please stop touching my arm.

Maribelle:
Not until you furnish me with a reason for this suicidal stubbornness!

Lon'qu:
Enough! I yield! Just remove your paw from me.

Maribelle:
PAW?! Why, you inbred, foul-tempered, lowborn gutter rat! Are you truly so averse to women that you must insult them at every turn?

Lon'qu:
I...do not function well around them. The closer they get, the worse it is. I beg of you, keep your distance.

Maribelle:
So that's the reason you've been running off whenever I try to heal you!

Lon'qu:
I mean no offense, though I know it is taken. It would be best if you simply accepted it.

Maribelle:
Absolutely not.

Lon'qu:
Why not?

Maribelle:
Because it's unacceptable! You always speak of growing stronger, yet here's a glaring weakness to correct. At this rate, a little girl could simply walk up and kill you with a spoon. I won't have you risking your life over such a foolish thing.

Lon'qu:
......

Maribelle:
I know it's not my place, but I think—

Lon'qu:
No. You are not wrong. This is a weakness I must correct.

Maribelle:
I can ask no more, Lon'qu.

A Support

Maribelle:
You put on quite an impressive show today, Lon'qu.

Lon'qu:
Hmph.

Maribelle:
I would have been in a terrible bind had you not been close by to defend me. Though you would have been in a similar fix had I not healed you afterward. Regardless, it was quite chivalrous of you. And proof you've overcome your problem! This is a celebratory day indeed. Perhaps you'll join me for a cup of—

Lon'qu:
TOO CLOSE! Er, I mean... Please step back.

Maribelle:
I'm sorry, did you just shriek at me like some kind of ill-mannered lout?

Lon'qu:
My problem is not gone. It's better in combat, but... At times like this, I can't... I can't. I'm sorry.

Maribelle:
I see.

Lon'qu:
Go on. Laugh at the craven.

Maribelle:
I'll do no such thing! I owe you all the more knowing you defended me despite the discomfort. I should dearly like to help you work through this issue.

Lon'qu:
I don't see how.

Maribelle:
Oh, there has to be SOME way. Hmm, perhaps it's best to have you jump in headfirst. I could bring you to an establishment where a pack of lovely ladies wait on you?

Lon'qu:
Pass. ...Wait. How would you know about such a place?

Maribelle:
Rude! A woman must have her secrets.

Lon'qu:
Perhaps there is another way. A normal way.

Maribelle:
Quite right! And I won't rest until I've come up with it, my dear. Anything for a friend, I always say.

Lon'qu:
Are we friends?

Maribelle:
Would you disagree?

Lon'qu:
Most friends stand closer than twenty paces from one another. But yes. I would like to be friends.

Maribelle:
Good, because it's a done deal regardless.

S Support

Maribelle:
Whenever you're ready, Lon'qu.

Lon'qu:
R-right...

Maribelle:
You're almost there. Stay focused.

Lon'qu:
...Ngh!

Maribelle:
Excellent! You finally managed to touch me. And with almost no simpering to boot. Mmm, your hand runs cool.

Lon'qu:
Your cheek is...warm.

Maribelle:
Let's break here for today, yes? Steadily decreasing the distance day by day seems to be working.

Lon'qu:
I expected you to fill a tiger pit with women and push me in.

Maribelle:
Gentlemen have likened me to many things before, Lon'qu, but never a sharp spike. Besides, you asked for a "normal" method. I think this one is quite reasonable.

Lon'qu:
It is. But we've been at it for so long, and I've only just managed to touch your cheek. I have taken so much of your time.

Maribelle:
Oh, posh! It's no bother at all! ...Still, I suppose you have a point. Perhaps we ought to make arrangements for the long term, mmm?

Lon'qu:
Meaning...?

Maribelle:
Well, I could continue to train you indefinitely if we were married.

Lon'qu:
You have no obligation to do that.

Maribelle:
Gods, but you can be dreadfully dense at times. Do you think I would propose marriage out of a sense of obligation?

Lon'qu:
Er, no.

Maribelle:
So then! We've now established how I feel about you, albeit somewhat painfully... Perhaps you would return the favor.

Lon'qu:
...... I...feel something for you as well, though I do not have the words for it. I yearn to keep you safe in my arms until the breath leaves my body. And yet, I can barely touch you. It is shameful. I have no right to ask your hand.

Maribelle:
Oh, Lon'qu, there's no hurry. We have the rest of our lives! And YOU, my dear, are a catch worth waiting for.

Lon'qu:
Perhaps we could practice one more time. I would very much like to hold your hand as we walk to town. We will need a ring, after all.

Maribelle:
With you, my dear, I would walk anywhere. Now, get those cold hands over here!