▊▋( fondness.• accepting )
❛ Three ? So greedy. ❜ There’s a ghosting laugh playing at the edge of her words, twinkling with humor as hard as it is buoyant. Sharp, mischievous, good natured and compliment with a sigh.
❛ Your eyes. ❜ She doesn’t waste a moment -- tone still fluttering on its ends but weighed down in the middle by the gravity of sincerity. It conveys the deeply unspoken message, this is important, this is true. ❛ I can see everything in them. Whenever you’re happy, they light with joy. Everyone around you can’t help but feel the same -- it’s too catching. A wonder to behold.
❛ And your laugh. ❜ Her smile catches, fully realized and picking up at just one corner of her lips. ❛ Gods know why it took me so long to hear it. But it’s so -- soothing, I suppose is the right word, for how warm it is. ❜
Here she pauses, eyelids flickering only once, but even at that a contrast to her normally unshakeable composure. The smile vanishes, her expression almost earnest though she’s too old for that kind of unfettered, naive determination.
❛ The way you feel things. How you love things, people, moments so fully. ❜ A hint of something seeps into her voice, rain pooling in soil. Envy, perhaps. Melancholy. Worry -- wistfulness. Something too wispy and ancient to be tethered by a thing mundane as a name.