[ He welcomes her hand, gently squeezing her in their newfound contact. The smile on his face is fond; the butterflies in his chest never cease their fluttering. He could float on air like this, he thinks, so long as his hand remains linked with hers. ]
Only if you return the favour.
[ There's a slight tease to his voice--of course, he knows in the back of his mind that they will be sharing stories. Conversation will flow between them like a practiced dance, and that he will love every minute of it. Why does he feel this way? Why has he never even entertained the idea of them before this?
And so off into the woods they go, into the deepest, unmarked and untrodden corners among the trees. But not once does Trahearne worry for time or for their location. He tells her of his home, of his travels and studies and all the things he fought so hard to protect. And whatever she decides to tell him, he receives with enthusiasm and without judgment. Every part of her, he decides, he loves unconditionally.
And perhaps once they're done exploring the woods, they can explore...each other?? ]
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Only if you return the favour.
[ There's a slight tease to his voice--of course, he knows in the back of his mind that they will be sharing stories. Conversation will flow between them like a practiced dance, and that he will love every minute of it. Why does he feel this way? Why has he never even entertained the idea of them before this?
And so off into the woods they go, into the deepest, unmarked and untrodden corners among the trees. But not once does Trahearne worry for time or for their location. He tells her of his home, of his travels and studies and all the things he fought so hard to protect. And whatever she decides to tell him, he receives with enthusiasm and without judgment. Every part of her, he decides, he loves unconditionally.
And perhaps once they're done exploring the woods, they can explore...each other?? ]