[MaMa] [p] any other name

[Skoll Haskel]

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[/html]Bright green eyes met for an instant, and Skoll allowed the smile to become ever so slightly more tangible; though he was careful to keep the expression from blossoming fully on his face until she had answered his question. Her voice was loud when she answered, and he could tell that she was flustered, and maybe desperate. It might not have been something to laugh at, but there was the same little crinkle around her eyes when she wanted to drive home a point. He pressed his lips tightly together, the laughter loud in his eyes and becoming more and more bright and passionate and proud.

Her swears trailed off, and the blond man finally smiled fully. He reached up with his free hand to push her dark hair back from her lovely face. He cupped her cheek then leaned his head closer, letting his muzzle brush against the side of hers. Words memorized long ago from the story he’d taken as too lovey-dovey as a child rose up from his throat, and he murmured them now in Harrow’s ear.

“What’s in a name?” Skoll asked in a whisper, pressing a tiny kiss against her temple. “That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

He pulled her closer, releasing her hand finally only to wrap both arms around her, enfolding her in his embrace. He let his head rest against hers and sought that faith inside of him, the optimism and precious certainty that had died down after his mother’s death. It was only a chapter in his life, and now there was another: and many more yet until the story ended. He knew they’d be able to make the most of it.

“Harrow, Nayht, it doesn’t matter. We’ll talk this through, ma cherie, and figure out what this secret means for us. But it doesn’t change that I love you. Je t’aime.”
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