[She knows what he's doing... and for once, she doesn't completely mind it. She won't chide him for it, and instead, her eyes continue to remain on him, as if transfixed. Her cheeks flush, or maybe they were already flushed, and her lips part with a silent sigh.]
Your smile is easier.
[Her thumb runs along his lips.]
Your eyes are softer.
[And it comes with such ease that she wonders what it was about that place that made him that way. Or what it was about Waloed that didn't. There's a slight pang of jealousy that aches in her chest, but it does nothing to deter her, nor does she chase it away. If anything, she thinks she has every right to be a little envious...]
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Your smile is easier.
[Her thumb runs along his lips.]
Your eyes are softer.
[And it comes with such ease that she wonders what it was about that place that made him that way. Or what it was about Waloed that didn't. There's a slight pang of jealousy that aches in her chest, but it does nothing to deter her, nor does she chase it away. If anything, she thinks she has every right to be a little envious...]