Dreogan listened intently, very intently to her concerns, running his thumbs over the back of her hands as she spoke. No, they wouldn't approve. But they couldn't stop. They'd move gradually. Until they could move one step further. And from there, one step more. He didn't want a revolution. He wanted reform. He wanted a change from within people.

"Do you remember when we first met? And when I asked you if you were a Muggleborn? I don't want you to feel that surge of panic, that self-consciousness to creep in. I want you to feel as proud of that as anything. Because it's who you are. I want people like Sasha to be able to go to school without telling lies. And people like Adon to be able to do their job without erasing memories and drawing lines. And," he said, taking her hand and kissing each finger before continuing, "I want our children . . . when we have them, to know about the world they live in. All of it."

He looked up at her, absorbing her face for several moments, his smile increasing. Leaning in, he kissed her forehead. Then her nose. And lips. He could not have asked for anything more than this woman; because Akiva was everything, the entire world. How could he ask for more? "But right now," several more kisses, "I just want to kiss you."

She always liked that when she was talking, Dreogan concentrated on her.  He met her eyes; he fixated and listened to her.  Sometimes she remembered what it was like to be ignored and dismissed.  She had never really thought about it back then, back when he would be filling out papers while she would talk, “mhm”s when she asked for his opinion, Dree didn’t do that to her.  It was like she was the center of the world with him sometimes - there were those other times he’d float off into Dreogan-land, but they were relatively infrequent and never lasted very long. 

So, when his memory was even more impressive, Akiva blushed.  He was so idealistic, and Akiva really hoped that his vision could become a reality.  Perhaps not immediately, maybe not even until both of them were too old to really enjoy it, but others would be able to.  She knew the focus wasn’t just for their own lives, it was for everyone to be able to experience both sides of the world they lived in, and Dree just happened to know a lot of people who could benefit.  Outside of his father’s influence, that had to contribute to this zeal for the cause.

A deeper blush crossed her face as he took her hand to his lips and Kiv felt the butterflies in her stomach.  “Me too,” she confirmed, thinking about the family they would have – hopefully a large, bustling one, and let her grin grow in concert with his.  She giggled shyly as he kissed her and returned his kiss back.  She laced their fingers together and leaned against him, looking up just enough to meet his eyes.  “I think that’s a spectacular idea.”

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