stasis loop
“You know, I was wondering why the cathedral seemed to be glowing and ethereal today, but I should’ve known from the beginning that it was because you’re here, Mercedes.”
And indeed, she does make a beautiful picture, doesn’t she? There’s light from the stained glass windows shining down on her, and if he were in a more romantic mood, he might even add that she looks like an angel when she’s standing there, blessed by the heavens above. But in truth, it’s always going to be her eyes that are the most beautiful.
Gentle, and warm, and accepting. A part of him still expects the weight of judgment from them, but no matter when he approaches her or what kind of line is on his tongue, she looks at him just like this—like she might not completely understand him, but she certainly will try.
That’s what makes her so beautiful: that even after all she’d been through, she’s still like this. Not bitter and angry, not desperate to ruin everything that’s ever ruined her, but just... compassionate.
“Hey,” Sylvain greets with a grin. “Not interrupting, am I?”
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