"Mollymauk, how long has it been?" somehow it has simultaneously both felt like years, and like no time at all had passed since they last met. "I still have that necklace you gave me!" She announces cheerfully, skewing red kerchief to the side to show that, indeed, deeper scarlet pendant safely adorns its usual spot. Bethany takes good care of keepsakes. After all, you never know if it will end up being the last thing you have of someone. @hopewrought
It’s the timber of the voice that drifts upon the wind that catches his attention, and it’s as if every vein in his body floods with an apollonic warmth like molten gold. His skin remembers the warmth of that little hand, the way that frame fit itself against him to allow the protective curl of his arm around her shoulders. How two people who had always been alone in this world, had become one in friendship and in love, two hearts in a simple accord.
She’d grown older, for sure. Taller? Maybe. But more importantly was the bloom of confidence in her mien that felt beautiful along the sweetness of that smile that never knew to be anything but unabashedly open, and beautifully honest.
Molly abandons the occupation of his hands to reach for her cheeks, cupping them gently as he pulled her in to meet the touch of his forehead to hers, and join the tips of their nose. “I was hoping I’d see you again,” he murmured, rubbing their noses together softly. “How I’ve missed you, sunshine.”
