The dream that you wish will come true

Giselle Fantasia · 11-19-2011, 10:59 PM

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WC: 525. Contagious, isn't it~?

And it's warm and real and bright o/`

Heat rose in her cheeks, making her emotions evident, as he thanked the young woman for her generosity. The warmth only grew when he complimented her, and the words seemed to carry more significance when they came from the errant knight. She could not say what was so enchanting about the male that drew her to him, but each moment and each adventure proved to be more spell-binding than the next. A simple smile was all she could offer with her humble words, and even as the man replied in turn she felt her face grow as dark as the locks of hair that curtained her features. Secretly, she was glad for their cover, and the auburn curtains were all she could hide behind when she made to leave.

The doorknob was nearly under the woman's ivory fingers before she retracted them, stopping when the mottled knight caught her other wrist. For a moment she was frozen there, one ear flicking at his soft, yet compelling request. Slowly she turned her head back towards him, not entangling her wrist from his grasp, powder blue orbs darting up to search his own. There was as much emotion in her own eyes as his in the dim room, and as Giselle swam in this green sea, she found her throat closing up and her heart beating, begging for air. Though his words were gentle, his whole countenance said more than he ever could. and the female gasped slightly to take in a breath. The eyes were windows to the soul, the dark haired beauty believed, and though she knew the knight, Elle could not yet discern what lay behind those verdant orbs. Okay, she gasped, taking in a breath that she did not know she held. It was all the princess could say while looking into the man's imploring face.

Giselle merely stood there a moment, feeling the heat of the man's frame inches from her petite one, her insides clenching and tightening. She almost wanted to ask the man why he wished her to stay, but his entreaty was sure, honest, and heartfelt. Silvano was alluring to the young woman, and yet she could not understand how or why it had happened. She was sure he You're wrong, she breathed. Yes, you are honest. The young woman reassured him, her free hand winding upwards to place her palm lightly on his chest, feeling his heart drumming. But you are also kind, and you speak from the heart. Her words carried weight, as if she wanted to will the man to believe them, the touch showing further proof. The woman did not break their gaze, afraid for it to shatter like glass, eyes dancing with confidence with each passing moment. And you're very brave. The words were almost a confession to a secret that the male already knew. As Giselle, too, spoke what she felt, the words that fell from her lips were somewhat foreign, yet inviting, unsure of how the male would respond. Gently, her fingers curled back into her palm, but did not part from his form and the hidden heart that beat beneath it.

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