@VOlDTOUCH + as she glanced down at his hands.
❛ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙩, ❜ the word came with unmistakable satisfaction.
❛ I fully intend to steal you away and keep you with me for the rest of the evening. ❜
@VOlDTOUCH Her fingers stilled briefly in his hair when she felt the firmness of his grip. It had been so long, the possessiveness in it should have startled her.
Instead, a faint flush rose to her cheeks +
@VOlDTOUCH Her arms wrapped around him instinctively, one hand finding its way into his hair. Fingers moving through it in slow, soothing strokes. The man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, +
@VOlDTOUCH Her eyes shimmered despite her best efforts, tears gathering along her lashes as happiness arrived too completely for her little heart to contain.
A trembling laugh escaped against his lips.
❛ Amour… ❜ she whispered, voice barely audible.
@P0TENTISM + but I have a shoot in a few minutes and a photographer who’s already convinced I’m going to be late. ❜
Stepping back, she pointed lightly at the scarf.
❛ Keep that until your bus arrives. Consider it a temporary loan, okay? ❜
@P0TENTISM ❛ 𝙋𝙖𝙪𝙫𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚́𝙧𝙞, ❜ She frowned, adjusting the scarf slightly to make sure it sat properly around his neck.
❛ I wish I had better news to offer, +
A bright smile spread across her face as she returned the gesture with a small inclination of her head.
❛ 𝙀𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙩é𝙚.
Thank you for being willing to hear me out…! ❜
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“I'd like that,” he replied, placing his right palm over his left pectoral and slightly bowing his head. “Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner. You may call me 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
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❛ Nothing complicated, ❜ she answered almost immediately, ❛ 𝙏𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙨, why don’t we arrange a meeting and see where it goes from there? ❜
Realization seemed to strike her a second later.
❛ My name is Céleste. 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙪𝙧…? ❜
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Allowing his eyes to come to a close, he briefly pondered over her words, before revealing his fiery irises once more. “Very well. What do I need to do?”
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Her gaze followed the motion of his hand, settling briefly on the scars.
She gave a small, definite shake of her head.
❛ If I thought they were a problem, I wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place. 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙯-𝙢𝙤𝙞. ❜
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Truth be told, her smile did put him more at ease, but he couldn't help but point out the obvious. “I wouldn't particularly mind. Though...” He raised a gloved hand into view, touching the scars that stretched across the left side of his face. “...would I be suitable?”
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She is used to that response.
Shifting from professional inquiry into something far less intimidating by offering a single smile.
❛ 𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙨? If the opportunity presented itself, would that be something you’d be interested in pursuing? ❜