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"What did you just-?"
"I said that I like you!" Marianne's voice echoed on the empty cave, repeating her words enough times for him to process their meaning.
"Ah… Uh…"
The fairy looked at her companion with her stomach tied into a knot. She was aware of what Bog thought about love and such feelings, and she could easily understand why. Marianne herself knew she wasn't ready to do anything rash yet, her heart still too hurt to accept anyone else in there; but she was willing to try.
Bog never expected her to behave in a certain way and he was very reasonable once your words managed to get under that thick skull of his. She needed just that, she had realized recently. He could keep up with her and encouraged her to go further when he couldn't understand or help her anymore (like with fairy issues, for example).
The thing was if he would accept her feelings.
"I - uh…."
"Breathe," she smiled and patted his arm softly. He seemed to calm down with it.
"Actually, this situation is very funny," he finally managed to say. Marianne arched an eyebrow.
"How so?" she whispered, not wanting to break the small bubble they were in.
"I… I was going to say the exact same thing," he smiled awkwardly, his body language telling her that her on the verge of a flight response to the situation. "I like you too, Marianne. I very much enjoy your company…"
She could feel that there was more than that behind his words, but she let it go for now. Instead, she chose to hug the tall goblin with all of her might, suddenly very gigglish now that the wall has been broken. She had never felt like this since… Well, she had never felt like this.
When Roland happened it was more like something her father supposed that existed and then things fell into place. She had liked Roland and yeah, his looks and his bright smile attracted her to him like every other girl in the Fields; but she didn't feel this stage of nervousness and happiness at the same time. There was always a tiny doubt in the back of her mind, the constant fear of Roland suddenly leaving her side as fast as he came to it. Maybe that was why his cheating hurt her that much back then. It was her worst nightmare becoming reality.
But right now she felt like she could fly into the sky without her wings. She wondered if Bog felt the same…
Wait.
He had said that he liked her back. Yes. He had said it.
"Bog?" her voice sounded muffled as her face was pressed against his chest.
"Hmm?" she let herself enjoy the deep vibration of his voice on her cheek.
"What do you want to do now?" Are we going out? Are we not?
She heard him take a sharp intake of breath as well as the small change in the pace of his heartbeat.
"You?" it came out as a whisper.
"I would like to try… if it's okay with you?" she added when he tensed around her.
"You sure? It hasn't been so long since…" since Roland broke your heart , he thought. Part of him was convinced that this was all a dream but the small body pressed against his felt very much real. The warmth, the scent, the voice… it was too perfect to be a product of his mind.
Marianne shook her head and for a moment Bog worried that she had hurt herself with his exoskeleton.
"He wasn't worth any of the tears, I can see that now," she sighed and shuffled in her place so she could look up at him. "I'm not… at a hundred percent right now, but - but I'd very much love to try with you, Bog."
Maybe it was how his name sounded on her whispering, soft voice, but Bog felt like his entire body had melted like the ice in spring.
"If - If you let me… I'd do my best to make it work."
"I know you would," she snorted, taking a step back and letting her hands flow smoothly over his rough exoskeleton, finally placing them on his much bigger ones. If she ever thought of them as dangerous now it seemed plain stupid. He grasped her hands with so much care that she felt her heart swell with happiness.
This was so much different than what she had ever experienced before. Bog cared about her and being around him was as easy as flying, their bodies moving so well around the other.
"Marianne," he whispered and her eyes found his, locking on them immediately. "I think I love you."