[Somnus's touch is impossibly gentle. The care in his work, each stem and petal dexterously placed, each strand of hair tenderly arranged, warms her to the bottom of her soul. How can such delicate intimacy exist in a person so determined to close himself off? It is enough to make anyone weep.
When his fingers finally fall away, Rinea opens her eyes. Her smile is arrested halfway by the sight of him. She cannot help but stare-- only for a moment, but it is as if time itself has slowed. She feels like she's seeing something she shouldn't. She feels like she should look away. She feels like Somnus should always look like this.
Her traitorous heart flutters. Her smile completes itself with embarrassment.]
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When his fingers finally fall away, Rinea opens her eyes. Her smile is arrested halfway by the sight of him. She cannot help but stare-- only for a moment, but it is as if time itself has slowed. She feels like she's seeing something she shouldn't. She feels like she should look away. She feels like Somnus should always look like this.
Her traitorous heart flutters. Her smile completes itself with embarrassment.]
Do I look... strange?