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‘Let me be your eyes’
The distant sound of the boisterous hall could be heard even to her deafening ears. A mere reminder of what she was missing because of a foolish decision.
That could be you right now, couldn’t it? If only you weren’t so foolish. Foolish, foolish girl.
The small voice echoed in her mind, mocking her unreasonable action, that voice, the same one she had tried to block out so many times just never seemed to leave her, did it? Just came to remind her again and again of that reckless-
“Estelle?”
The voice shook her head away from her vicious thoughts that seemed to attack her mind. She turned around, her blurry eyes trying to focus on the figure she couldn’t see. A consequence of her actions.
She reached her hands out blindly, almost instinctively, as if to try and touch the figure who approached, desperately. “Where-“
“Hey..” The figure frowned, his eyes softened, even when she couldn’t see him, she could hear it in his voice, in the way he walked softly enough to not startle her.
When he reached closer to her, he cautiously took her hands, almost like she was a fragile glass just waiting to crack. He bowed his head to her folded hands in his, his consciousness gently nudging his mind, enough for her to confirm who she thought it was.
Murtagh.
“How are you holding up?” He asked quizzically, pulling his head back up to look down into her wandering eyes that so desperately tried to focus into his.
“Hasn’t the ball already started?” She countered instead, not wanting to answer a question that really had none to it.
A furrow tugged at his brows as he noticed clearly that his question had been ignored. “It’s starting soon.” He answered, not questioning her ignorance.
“Then why are you here?”
“For you.” He answered immediately, not even missing a beat. ‘Not holding back huh?’
The red crimson dragon’s voice echoed in his mind, teasing but held an underlying meaning that Murtagh was able to grasp easily.
Ignoring Thorn’s voice, his eyes drifted back down to her grey ones.
“Follow me.” A pause then, “please?”
“Murtagh..” She started, the corners of her lips were tugged downwards.
“Estelle..” He repeated her name in turn, trying to focus into her darting pupils.
“Why?” She finally questioned, her tone was curious but under that, laid heavy exhaustion.
It’s not like she didn’t want to follow, but did it really matter? That was the point.
“Nasuada wants you to attend. She says it’s important.” He lied straight through his teeth.
“Are you lying? You are terrible at lying.” She pointed out straightly, narrowing her eyes to try and see his blurry figure.
He tried to keep his face neutral. He really did. But couldn’t stop the soft smile that tugged up to his lips. “Partly.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“Are you sure this is a great idea?”
she insisted.
A soft red velvet dress adorned with patterns made of pearls sat snugly on her body, softly highlighting her curves. On her hands, rested lace white gloves. What she wore was carefully handmade, sown with precision and time.
“Would you rather stay locked in the infirmary like a toad?” The tailor exclaimed with a tease but concern masked behind it.
“Right. Because it’s so necessary to attend.” She retorted with a frown. It had been a great struggle to put the dress on. And that too blindly? It did not help her cause either way.
Solembum eyed her from his position on the ground, lazily licking his paws clean.
“Nonsense.” The herbalist, Angela spoke from the corner, seemingly sat in the chair, untangling the mess of yarn that Elva had caused, waving her concern off before her sharp eyes defined like those of a narrowed cat’s eyes, drifted to the clock.
-.-.-.-.-.-.
“Estelle?” Murtagh exclaimed with a hint of happiness he so miserably tried to hide, laced with a tad of curiosity and surprise.
“Murtagh, hey-“ She started, almost tripping over her feet as she spun around to face him and well..tried to walk over to him.
“Hey..easy there.” He mumbled, hand drifting to the small of her back as he guided her carefully to him.
“Right..It’s hard, you know, all blind and-“ she started before realizing she was practically rambling stuff he probably wouldn’t understand.
“I get it, it’s fine.” An easy grin reached up his lips as a small laugh escaped her as she tried to walk over to one of the tables with his guidance.
“This isn’t really how I wanted to enjoy my evening but..” she started.
“It’s a bit unusual?” He completed her sentence.
“..very.” She sighed. Even when her voice couldn’t say it aloud, she was tired. And it was painfully obvious to Murtagh. A frown tugged up to his lips.
Just then, the chorus started, different instruments in motion mixed to give a sweet soft melody that now echoed through the large halls.
Murtagh stayed silent for a moment, his dark brown eyes drifted to the middle section of the hall where pairs stayed clasped in their partners arms, swaying to the soft melodious tune.
His eyes drifted back to Estelle’s cloudy grey eyes, staring at the carpeted floor. Carefully gently gave his hand to Estelle. He was unfamiliar with this custom, but knew how to court a woman. “Estelle, May I..?”
Her grey eyes darted to Murtagh’s and for a moment she stayed silent. “Murtagh..I’m literally blind.. how can I- I can’t even see-“ she tried to protest.
“Then let me be your eyes.” He chose his words carefully, hand drifting back to the small of her back. “Please?”
“..Alright. Okay but I swear if I fall-“ she started, already panicking if something would go wrong.
“You wont. I swear it.” He laughed, guiding her to the floor.
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Hi:D
This is a bit of a different post because I wanted to write on my favourite character Murtagh!
(And maybe because I yap about him to my friends a bit too much. Hehe)
I swear he deserves more love:(
Okay bye:)
