The dream that you wish will come true

Giselle Fantasia · 11-20-2011, 01:07 AM

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WC: 1001. ~~GOD WHAT TOOK HIM SO LONG.~~ Oh how sweet :3

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

There was power in words, and the pale princess could only hope the knight believed them. All she could do was tell the truth, though secrets were another matter. Giselle swallowed hard for fear of saying anything else, confessing what she felt from within, and his actions were more than enough to make her believe the truth of them. The simple action was somehow more powerful to convey the message, but the blush that deepened the color of her face in response from his fingers were more than the ivory woman hoped for. The young woman still welcomed his encompassing touch over the hand that had remained on his chest, and smiled shakily when Giselle felt the other one frame her face. It was big and strong, able to grip a steel sword or hang onto a horse's reins in full gallop, yet they were impossibly gentle as they settled on her powdered cheek. The male was convinced enough through his words, for which she was glad, though the smile he offered in return was veiled and unsure.

Warmth mingled from her own face and from the hand that cupped her cheek, eyes glittering as the woman stood there against him, their stare unbreakable. She was convinced, as her feelings came to surface, that what she felt for the knight was real, but the lack of response kept her heart's dream at bay. The same feelings arose that moment that he had rescued her, the final night the savages came, and in a sudden rush of emotion she had kissed him beneath a window that saw only war raging outside. The female thought, then, that she was never sure of anything else in her life, but the fairy tale she wanted to spin for herself could not, and would not, be made true. Though by birth a prince, he took the visage and title of a knight, sworn to protect. But Giselle's heart had other plans, and made a new tale from the dream that the young woman made for herself.

He had begun to speak again, and the mahogany and cream woman blinked back up at him, spinning back into reality. She nearly held her breath as she listened to his quiet words, which carried enough weight for her to want to hear everything clearly. A look of confusion grazed her features as his concern shifted to her outlook on him, and nearly protested the male's response as she opened her mouth. She closed them as he began again, though shakily, and his final words gripped her throat. For a moment, she had thought her ears betrayed her, hearing only what they wanted to hear, but as the magical words were revealed, as real as the day itself, her vision began to spin.

The setting was not ideal, but nothing in Giselle's recent life truly was. In her perfect world, the knight would have said the words as he saved her from evil, and though it was in that moment her heart was drawn to him under the candlelight, he did not speak them. Giselle knew now that she had longed for him to say those simple, yet powerful words to her since then, too afraid to convey her feelings openly before she was sure they would be reciprocated. It meant little, now, that she had not fallen for a prince, but it seemed wrong for her to confess the power of love until he did. Looking at him, seemingly for the first time, she was not sure how she could have doubted him. Silvano saved her more than once, comforted her in times of need, and even managed to make her feel a myriad of unexplained, extreme. That moment was one such time, alone in a dimly lit room instead of in the public eyes of a kingdom. Her dream had come true, and every bit of it was as real as the initial reaction, as her heart leaped into her throat, confirming every anxious twinge in her belly, and the tears that glossed over her eyes.

All the same, the moment took her breath away, and a crystal tear began to form on the corners of her orbs as she blinked them back, suppressing them. For just that instant, Giselle had thought she saw something more in his own eyes, the new look on his face, the extra warmth under his hand, and the truth that made his heart race just beneath their entwined palms. A new light was shed upon the pair, through the windows of their souls, which made their eyes shimmer and come alive. It made the dark haired girl all the happier to see it plainly there, swimming in those emerald pools of light. Not every dream could be made real, but true love had appeared before her unexpectedly. Oh, Silvano, I love you too~ The happiness in her words were unmistakeable, and the force of true love pushed her forward to kiss him, tip-toeing to reach as best she could.

It was a sweet but true gesture as she lingered there, eyes closing for fear of joyous tears spilling forth and ruining such a sudden yet happy occasion. Both of her hands spun up like flowing white ribbons towards his sturdy neck, wrapping around to hold herself there, afraid to let go of the tale that may have yet been another dream. If there was any other way Giselle could be more certain of her own heart's desire, it was shown through her kiss, sending jolts through her form from both the touch and the sudden magic that seemed to sweep over her insides, pushing her lithe form against his strong one. Whether the Sadira male believed any words she had told him, or any fairy tale they read in the quiet of the night, the ivory femme would make certain to show this knight - her savior - that true love's kiss was the most powerful and believable thing in the world.

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