She decides, action speaks louder than any words possibly could - and here she was to express exactly such. A smile brushes her lips and a certain softness is expressed across her features whilst approaching and placing an index finger against the cupid’s bow.“There art times we speaketh little,” her whisper fell from her lips as her hand extends out and she pressed her thumb to the au ra’s lips and lightly drags it along, tracing the tender skin. The warmth of her palm falls along the contour of her cheek afterwards, then her skin meets the adjacent side. She holds her place there, making sure that there is always contact of skin, whilst leaning down and wrapping her arms around the smaller frame.
Her heart can be felt beating against its confines, and she smiles while whispering, “I let them feel my heart, to understand its music, it is meant only for them to hear. It is the rhythm of love.”