[ Both the ribbon and bauble are accessories that he’s noticed before, and it seems she purposely styles her hair in a particular way with them. His hands hesitate from placing this additional decoration to her hair, when it’s clear that his gift hasn’t earned such sentimentality as the other two. Nevertheless, he slides the pin beside the ribbon, tucking it into the base of where her hair gathers. Fingers happen to catch a wavy lock as he finishes, only for the strands to slowly sift one by one off of his fingertips, cascading to her shoulders.
It would look lovely down, reaching past the curve of her back. It would look lovely gathered up, revealing her slender neck...
She’ll hear his boot crunch over snow behind her as he takes a step away, his hands falling to his sides.
He has no words, not really. He needn’t say she’s beautiful again, not which it is the most obvious thing in the world— he can’t say it again. But his heart beats beneath his robes, quietly and somberly, aching for him to hold her. ]
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It would look lovely down, reaching past the curve of her back. It would look lovely gathered up, revealing her slender neck...
She’ll hear his boot crunch over snow behind her as he takes a step away, his hands falling to his sides.
He has no words, not really. He needn’t say she’s beautiful again, not which it is the most obvious thing in the world— he can’t say it again. But his heart beats beneath his robes, quietly and somberly, aching for him to hold her. ]