[ There had been a broadened smile for the tangle of their fingers, a look of curious concern for the sigh; there had been a crinkle at the corners of her eyes for the way he touches her, and for the words—
The words.
She had heard them only at a distance, only from a stone and its glow, and even then it had made her heart flutter light and swift in her chest. Somewhere in Antiva, he had loved her. He had carried a heart that loved her home from the sea to put it in her hands.
She thinks of him walking off the ship and into the moonlit darkness of the city with his stride that eats the edges of the world and of being carried always with him where he goes, and it makes of her a thing so tender she is grateful he had said it first to her at night when things are gentler.
Her breath sighs against his hand in an oh of wonder, and then she traces the same path he had on her on him; a fingertip down his nose, over the tip of it. Changes, in that at the last it turns to the gentle pass of her thumb across his lower lip, and like it’s woven from fine threads she says ] I love you, [ too. ]
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The words.
She had heard them only at a distance, only from a stone and its glow, and even then it had made her heart flutter light and swift in her chest. Somewhere in Antiva, he had loved her. He had carried a heart that loved her home from the sea to put it in her hands.
She thinks of him walking off the ship and into the moonlit darkness of the city with his stride that eats the edges of the world and of being carried always with him where he goes, and it makes of her a thing so tender she is grateful he had said it first to her at night when things are gentler.
Her breath sighs against his hand in an oh of wonder, and then she traces the same path he had on her on him; a fingertip down his nose, over the tip of it. Changes, in that at the last it turns to the gentle pass of her thumb across his lower lip, and like it’s woven from fine threads she says ] I love you, [ too. ]