[ The laurel upon her head momentarily returns him to a different time, memories blended to one of fields of white flowers at dawn or of golden wheat at dusk, where all else is silent and nothing but the woman in front of him exists, so close yet so far. It is peaceful. With her it is peaceful.
Strange, she questions? Rather, extraordinary— and he’s just about to say as much when he reconsiders, tempering the enthusiasm that wishes to declare, righteously so, that she is nothing but wonderful.
As she holds his gaze, he struggles between faltering and answering, a turmoil of which is, by some miracle, not betrayed by his stony features. Yet the shy smile she gives him twists his heart, wringing it for every last drop, and the faint tinge of color to his upper right cheekbone remains. If he continues to look at her, he will surely fall further…
…Or he may do something he shouldn’t. ]
Daughter of Rigel… [ He speaks again, the usual steel smoothed over. ]
There are none fairer. If there is anything you should wish for in this moment, I would grant it.
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Strange, she questions? Rather, extraordinary— and he’s just about to say as much when he reconsiders, tempering the enthusiasm that wishes to declare, righteously so, that she is nothing but wonderful.
As she holds his gaze, he struggles between faltering and answering, a turmoil of which is, by some miracle, not betrayed by his stony features. Yet the shy smile she gives him twists his heart, wringing it for every last drop, and the faint tinge of color to his upper right cheekbone remains. If he continues to look at her, he will surely fall further…
…Or he may do something he shouldn’t. ]
Daughter of Rigel… [ He speaks again, the usual steel smoothed over. ]
There are none fairer. If there is anything you should wish for in this moment, I would grant it.