“Exacting?” Dymion echoed, looking perplexed. “I – should not have said so,” he protested lightly, “but she cannot be just anyone, of course.” Of course not. No one ought to just call a woman ‘interesting’ and settle for that.
“All I’ve been hoping for is someone who feels like a dream but is real,” he confessed, waving a hand to conjure some explanation of the unfathomable feeling. “Like an angel come to earth. Who is witty but not unkind, sweet without being dull, charming, beautiful, free-spirited and happy, generous... who wants in their description a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair,” he quoted dreamily.
“Someone who alters the colour of my life, makes me forget myself entirely... but it’s not as though I have any expectation in name or standing or great dowry,” Endymion added quickly (though as a second son who would not inherit much himself, possibly he should). “Would you say my standards are exacting if all I require is love?” (So yes, one had to be a little picky if one was looking for the love of their life – but he didn’t think he was being unreasonable.)
“All I’ve been hoping for is someone who feels like a dream but is real,” he confessed, waving a hand to conjure some explanation of the unfathomable feeling. “Like an angel come to earth. Who is witty but not unkind, sweet without being dull, charming, beautiful, free-spirited and happy, generous... who wants in their description a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair,” he quoted dreamily.
“Someone who alters the colour of my life, makes me forget myself entirely... but it’s not as though I have any expectation in name or standing or great dowry,” Endymion added quickly (though as a second son who would not inherit much himself, possibly he should). “Would you say my standards are exacting if all I require is love?” (So yes, one had to be a little picky if one was looking for the love of their life – but he didn’t think he was being unreasonable.)
