[ There doesn't seem to be as much of a nagging undercurrent on Ori's part; she's absolutely elated, light on her feet and feeling as if she's floating on a cloud the longer they've been together. So much so, that when he pulls her in close and wraps an arm around her, cradling her cheek with his other hand, she simply melts against him, like she were made for him.
At least, not until he speaks.
Because what comes out of his mouth are words so beautiful that she truly cannot think of them as anything but poetry, and... He's not the only one who's been so poetic when speaking with her, is he?
"Poetry, I think. That's what you are."
But the words, the memory are hazy and lost in the mist of whatever magic has ensnared them, and instead of remembering a certain bard of hers... She smiles up at Trahearne, and her hands wrap around his shoulders as she brings herself up to the very tips of her toes in order to kiss him fully, deeply. Surrendering. ]
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At least, not until he speaks.
Because what comes out of his mouth are words so beautiful that she truly cannot think of them as anything but poetry, and... He's not the only one who's been so poetic when speaking with her, is he?
"Poetry, I think. That's what you are."
But the words, the memory are hazy and lost in the mist of whatever magic has ensnared them, and instead of remembering a certain bard of hers... She smiles up at Trahearne, and her hands wrap around his shoulders as she brings herself up to the very tips of her toes in order to kiss him fully, deeply. Surrendering. ]