❝ i don’t know what you see in me. ❞ from @paintedmusic :3
feeling insecure 𓍼 @paintedmusic
"You don't?" Julie tilted her head. Appraising him. Watching for any clue toward what was going on behind those pale eyes of his. They really were striking, especially in the dim light.
It spilled from the doors of the manor, chased by distant music and the low hum of voices. They had stolen a few moments away from the gathering. She'd never get used to events like this. And truthfully, she wasn't sure she was one for the wine served liberally at them either. Yet here she was, sipping on a glass between sentences. Was it impairing her judgment? Maybe so. Or maybe it was just making things clearer.
"I see someone kind," she began, "Someone courageous and loving. Someone with an unfair talent for the piano, and more than a little too much charm for his own good." A short pause as a gentle laugh spilled from her. And perhaps a little wine spilled from her glass, too.
Then, she stilled. Before she knew what she was doing, she was pushing back the strand of white hair that threatened to cover his face. He was... beautiful. "I see someone who gives so much more than he realises he does. And I'd trust him with my life."
