“You laughed,” Lucien said, after another moment of just holding me. I don’t know that he even knew he said it; were it not so quiet, I’d have thought the words were breath.
My lips parted, but nothing came out, and we sat staring in this position. Lucien, in his relief and joy. So it seemed Gwyn was right. But hadn’t I wanted something similar from him once, too? That afternoon we met, wasn’t a smile enough, all I wanted, and had found it here weeks ago. What might I have done, knowing he was happy just out of my sight, this frustration I could not quite imagine. Even alone in the cottage, the distance had made the knowledge of his joy something bearable. But that distance had ceased many weeks ago.
“I laugh.”
“With Nesta. Tonight it was with me.” A look of accomplishment settled on his features. He closed his eyes and smiled like he was recalling it now. Recalling it over and over again.“Please. Don’t keep something like that from me. It sounds so nice, and I want to hear it.”
The Forgetting of Dawn Chapter 7, Remembering: Home
LucienxThe Archivist (Dawn Court OC)
