โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ if that is a world of ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ๐ท๐ฎ๐ผ , @liittleweasel ,
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ then let us disappear ๐ฑ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ .
โI have been speaking to Olgierd as of late.โ
The way words are slipping out of his tongue indicates pride thatโs endless ; whether it was rooted in his own achievement or his brotherโs existence.
โAnd, see, dearest. I tried my hand at painting but it did not work as โ
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โEver the romantic, my darling.โ
Head tilts to better behold her beloved, blue eyes are laden with curiosity. Rich locks catch the light and shine, almost like tarnished gold.
โOh? Pray, do tell.โ
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โHow I lived and breathed before your presence, I cannot tell.โ
Her laughter itself is all too melodious ; and he had long taken in the most luxurious tunes from all over the continent. Naught would ever match.
โWhich, speaking of, I may have taken a new hobby.โ
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Laughter, light and unburdened, fills the air. Such an exhausting day it has been. To be able to finally relish his company is a balm to her heart.
โI have felt much the same. The hours stretched into a torment without you near.โ
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The simper he wields is as luminous as the sun itself, an orchestration solely crafted by her presence. Heโd seen her this morn yet it still feels as if it had been ages.
โI was dulled out of my mind, my darling, praying for a marvel. Now behold, she is before I.โ
He spent hours, if not days, convincing himself that heโd be well-prepared but when the time actually falls โฆ One hand behind his back, he saunters inside.
โAm I interrupting, my love?โ
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She offers him no promise he shall be received with warmth. Settled against the headboard, book in hand, her voice carries across the room.
โYou may enter.โ
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