you are like the golden hour. it all glows different
There’s a smile that crosses her lips at Bastien’s laugh. She’s sure it’s something he’s never imagined for himself either. It wasn’t something she thought for herself, too, and yet here they were. What a strange life they lived indeed. Still, she starts to eat the bread in between her explanations, mentioning she’ll get her eyes soon, hopefully, before she focuses on him when he mentions there’s something he wished to talk about.
Usually it would instill some sort of anxiety deep within her, but she had none with Bastien. All she had was a deep set curiosity of what he wished to talk about. Her head lifts toward him, giving him as much attention as she can without being able to look for those beautiful brown eyes. He asks how she feels about Pittore, and she smiles widely with the question.
How did she feel? She loved the tiny creature like he was her own. “Like is a bit of an understatement.” A chimed laugh accompanies her smile. “I adore him. Why do you ask?” She tilts her head lightly, before taking a sip of her drink again.
Usually it would instill some sort of anxiety deep within her, but she had none with Bastien. All she had was a deep set curiosity of what he wished to talk about. Her head lifts toward him, giving him as much attention as she can without being able to look for those beautiful brown eyes. He asks how she feels about Pittore, and she smiles widely with the question.
How did she feel? She loved the tiny creature like he was her own. “Like is a bit of an understatement.” A chimed laugh accompanies her smile. “I adore him. Why do you ask?” She tilts her head lightly, before taking a sip of her drink again.
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