( there's a breeze of a sound that leaves her—a little like sunlight, too—a contemplative pause like words waiting at the tip of her tongue, in limbo between whether or not to comment on how small a chance she thought it'd be to ever hear those words. i'll stay. he fit more to "go", always going, unsure of how to stay in one place for long without getting restless. she decides to stay quiet. that stir will take hold of him eventually; her hope is to press it off for as long as possible.
there's no mistaking how her features light; eyes too blue to hide once it reaches them. ) Good.
( that's simple, isn't it? as simple as him staying with her could possibly be. a beat, three idle taps of a finger in thought before it pauses, decision made in the flit of bright gaze between each of his hues. an innocent sort of excitement flaring there, if he looks close enough. ) Let me show you something.
( a raise of brows, a question; a waiting; indication that he'd follow. )
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( there's a breeze of a sound that leaves her—a little like sunlight, too—a contemplative pause like words waiting at the tip of her tongue, in limbo between whether or not to comment on how small a chance she thought it'd be to ever hear those words. i'll stay. he fit more to "go", always going, unsure of how to stay in one place for long without getting restless. she decides to stay quiet. that stir will take hold of him eventually; her hope is to press it off for as long as possible.
there's no mistaking how her features light; eyes too blue to hide once it reaches them. ) Good.
( that's simple, isn't it? as simple as him staying with her could possibly be. a beat, three idle taps of a finger in thought before it pauses, decision made in the flit of bright gaze between each of his hues. an innocent sort of excitement flaring there, if he looks close enough. ) Let me show you something.
( a raise of brows, a question; a waiting; indication that he'd follow. )