Raina chuckled, just a light sound that bubbled up from her lips. "I suppose I did switch topics on you. I tend to do that when I realize someone else's viewpoint makes more sense than my own. And I'll be honest with you, Desmond, you're making more sense to me than most people I've met have." Everything he said seemed to have so much thought behind it, and history. Like he'd had ages to discover what it was exactly that he felt and how it is that he came up with the things he believed in. A lot of Raina's thoughts were still slightly tied in with those of her parents. She was still a young girl and while she hadn't made any definite decisions that she was willing to keep for her entire life, she was however open to new ideas and just had a base to begin.
There hadn't been many times preceding this night that she found herself finding that someone else's views were strong or sensible enough for her to change hers. But then again Desmond didn't seem to be just another person. He surely had something different about him, like the wisdom of the ages. It was only when he first mentioned stories written about him in history that her thoughts started to wander back to her first query about him. What was he? Did he mean simply in his history, or history itself? If it was the second, how many years had he been around? And what would that make him? While she did try not to judge people for what they are, she did have a certain history with a specific species that made her blood pulse a little faster through her veins.
She listened to him speak about the lack of romanticism in the olden days. At least a lack of the type of romanticism she seemed to see. She could only imagine what it would be like if the man you were given to wasn't your soul mate. Did you learn to love the person you were married to, or did you just live each day, wondering if there is anything better out there? She couldn't imagine the longing one would feel to find real, all consuming love. "Do you believe it's still out there?" She asked. "Maybe the world doesn't respect love the way it should, but that doesn't mean there aren't people in the world who feel strongly about that romantic idea of it. Or do you think it's pointless for someone, say a pink-haired, hopeless romantic mermaid, to keep holding out for the love they truly desire?"
That would be a very difficult ideal for her to change. She wanted to believe that her Prince Charming, so to speak, would sweep her off her feet and whisk her away. She would be okay with him sweeping her off her feet, she thought as she moved her fingertips back a little so that she could cup her hand against his cheek. His skin really did feel incredible, and she imagined wrapping herself around it. The way his whole body might feel. It wasn't about sex. There was something deeper to it than that.