𝚂𝙴́𝙱𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙴𝙽 𝙱𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝙷𝚄𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙽; @endlessfebrvary
"UNE FEMME AUSSI DÉLICATE QU'UNE FLEUR, ET TOUT AUSSI BELLE---," Sébastien extends a long, dark hand forward to curve a lock of hair behind Neve's ear--- his touch was airy, grin warm and his gaze is soft. Describing her floats ever-so-simply off his tongue like a poem, because his heart is full of love and admiration, considering the engagement ring is burning a hole in his pocket.
He's loved her since they met in elementary school, followed through academia and been her biggest supporter (and shoulder to cry on). On the outside, Sébastien is a calculated, quiet, mature and well-groomed man. On the inside? His head is flurried with a mix of future scenarios, life dedicated to this woman and is maybe a little cheesy too--- all forming a personality that shines just for this amazing woman.
So, when he recognizes the signs of stress and exhaustion behind those eyes and over every line of her face -- just by existing (and maybe even more with important, upcoming exams)-- he lets out a heavy exhale. With a kiss to her forehead, he silently acknowledges her struggles-- Sébastien knows exactly what she needs. "Come on, lets take a stroll." Hands slide down from her cheeks, down her arms, to take both her hands between his own and lightly tugs towards their apartment door to leave-- rain or shine.









