the hum that parts her lips is one crafted of approval & there’s praise in the curl of her lips , in the recesses of a cerulean gaze . en route to the bridge , she’d been , though footsteps found themselves halted upon passing of the training deck . her momentary distraction absolute , to observe , and the clasp of her hands following the red paladin’s passing of the sequence lauding in nature . ❛ fantastic work , keith ! your form’s improved greatly these last couple of weeks –– utterly superb . ❜ / @worthyfire












