[ iii. ] HE HAD BEEN READING when she walked into the room, illuminating it with her presence alone, her grace in itself a gift to his eyes, her voice a present to his ears, and her smile a treasure he’d cherish forever, even if said forever only lasted two more days or two centuries. What more could she think of offering to him, when all she had to do was say his name, for him to feel blessed ? He did not need more than her being here with him for his life to feel fulfilled —a gift was really unnecessary, yet if she wanted to give him something, who would he be to stop her ?
“ What is it, Eliade ? “
THERE was a child-like excitement to his voice, a glimmer of glee in his eyes, and a much more than simply genuine smile on his own lips. Placed there by her kiss, alongside a faint blush to his cheeks.
AH, being too curious could be dangerous, but he couldn’t help it.
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