[ She asks what it is for, and unfortunately he’s never been one to explain himself more than once. Beauty, hers and hers alone. If that not enough elaboration, if that not enough to convey what blasphemous affection he holds for her, then perhaps it is a blessing in disguise that she does not understand. Such words should never have been spoken to begin with.
He looks away, and then back to her, taking in her oblivious look, warm eyes framed by the gentle slopes of her cheekbones, angling down to lips that appear too soft to be real.
Thus, he refrains from answering her. It should be obvious that she does not feel anything from this in return: she had stepped closer not out of reciprocated attraction or affection for him, but to speak of the world. There is not a scant tinge of pink to her cheeks. Nothing, nothing at all.
With a distant look in his eyes, he raises his hand towards hers that holds the pin as she fusses with it. ]
Permit me to adorn you.
[ He doesn’t know much about women’s ornaments or their hair, but he’s seen how some pins might be applied. ]
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He looks away, and then back to her, taking in her oblivious look, warm eyes framed by the gentle slopes of her cheekbones, angling down to lips that appear too soft to be real.
Thus, he refrains from answering her. It should be obvious that she does not feel anything from this in return: she had stepped closer not out of reciprocated attraction or affection for him, but to speak of the world. There is not a scant tinge of pink to her cheeks. Nothing, nothing at all.
With a distant look in his eyes, he raises his hand towards hers that holds the pin as she fusses with it. ]
Permit me to adorn you.
[ He doesn’t know much about women’s ornaments or their hair, but he’s seen how some pins might be applied. ]