' 𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒. ' they live in a sheltered darkness, his hands spread across her arm --- touching with gentle intent against her elbow, body guarding her from any prying eyes ( FOR, WOULD THEIR REPUTATIONS EVER RECOVER, IF THEY WERE SPOTTED CURLING TOWARDS EACH OTHER? ). not that he has much of a reputation to protect, not here ; he is safe beneath his cloak, a boy hidden away, a heritage long forgotten. he is not a name here, he holds no legacy. A NOBODY IN THE GARDENS WITH A NOBLE. all he has is the embrace of a warm smile, his fingers tracing stars into her sea - bitten skin.
his hand reaches out to wrap a lock of red around a finger, his smile twined from the fairy dust that seems to touch at her very being. ' and what do you think about, exactly? my stunning good looks, my wonderful humour, my excellent manners? tell me --- SLOWLY. in as much detail as you can summon, my dear. '
@searelle said ' I cannot stop thinking of you. '