She is beautiful, in the greens and golds of a woodland summer, and he is struck anew by the strangeness of the situation, that fluttering newness that rises in his chest. He has enjoyed talking to her on the phone, when she calls him, but it is not at all the same thing as meeting in person - and there is something fundamentally different in this meeting, a change in who they are to one another. She seems to appreciate his small gift, and that is a relief, because he had worried that she might not. She seems like a woman more used to receiving jewellery and expensive trinkets than the flowers of the forest; but he will not be less than himself in this, and he will not lead her astray when it comes to who he is.
He smiles at her question, and all the more so at her comment; a smile wide enough that, for a moment, it almost drives the grave and sorrowing shadow from his eyes.
"I do," he answers, with a little nod. "If you have a heavy book and some kitchen roll, it's really quite easy." His eyes follow hers to the flowers, then drift back to her face, the candlelight gleaming in emerald eyes and catching its reflections in golden hair. His smile softens, and there, again, is something that is close to shyness. "I would be happy to show you."
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Date: 2021-11-25 01:06 am (UTC)He smiles at her question, and all the more so at her comment; a smile wide enough that, for a moment, it almost drives the grave and sorrowing shadow from his eyes.
"I do," he answers, with a little nod. "If you have a heavy book and some kitchen roll, it's really quite easy." His eyes follow hers to the flowers, then drift back to her face, the candlelight gleaming in emerald eyes and catching its reflections in golden hair. His smile softens, and there, again, is something that is close to shyness. "I would be happy to show you."