[ she’s drawn to his eyes; a clear, bright blue that is a stark contrast to his dark hair. he nods, moves to stand by her, and she inclines her head in thanks. grateful that he has honored her request. the beat of silence does not seem one that needs to be filled ( she has never minded the quiet, moments spent simply enjoying the company of another ), and she turns back to the view content.
then, he starts to play— and the song is arresting. beautiful. she waits until he has finished, and the wind has carried away the last note. ]
You play beautifully.
[ somehow, it feels as if she’s received a gift. one that is separate from his company, which she considers a kind of gift as well. ]
I only regret I have nothing to give you in return for your song.
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then, he starts to play— and the song is arresting. beautiful. she waits until he has finished, and the wind has carried away the last note. ]
You play beautifully.
[ somehow, it feels as if she’s received a gift. one that is separate from his company, which she considers a kind of gift as well. ]
I only regret I have nothing to give you in return for your song.