Without Knowledge
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- Posted: Sun, 29 May 2016 06:11:43 +0000
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So we just hold on fast, acknowledge the past as lessons exquisitely crafted
Painstakingly drafted to carve us as instruments that play the music of life
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- In truth, if Marguerite had been in a state for self-awareness, her own lack of trepidation would have astounded her. She had spoken without thinking, and endearments she had never shared – endearments that she reserved purely for the confines of her mind, as a truth she need translate, not dictate – had poured out her like sweet wine. It was not so direct a confession, but still old lessons scoffed in her ear for the coarse term, that she need resort to such measures to express the emotion.
But… She could not limit herself any longer. Yes, she wished to find and use any and all ways to convey her love, would settle for simply claiming the sentiment true, but every day, her efforts felt like they fell a little more short- Not from a lost feeling but an expansion. Nothing she could think to do or say could truly cover the extent of her feelings.
Still, she had struggled… Until she had thought she had lost him, never knowing if she had succeeded enough that Erik could know and trust the word without it ever having been uttered. She could not chance that uncertainty again- And even as the word slipped from her, only the reception made her pause, eyes opening to drink him in at the gasp she heard from him, quiet and deep. There was nothing there to fear – she had never expected it, truly – but still, the joy in his eyes soothed some uncertain edges of her mind- A part that had wondered if he cared for such directness, or had sworn off the word in some capacity at some point in his tragic life. There was no need to wonder any longer-
“-- And I would follow you anywhere you pleased to go, my dear… Not only now, but forever.”
That- That softened the questions in her heart, a smile claiming her lips as she shut her eyes once more, listening as though nothing in her life could soothe her like Erik, his voice and his precious promises. She hated promises… But she adored him for all he wished to give her- His assurances some of the dearest gifts of all. And… it felt so strangely easy to trust, when they fell from his lips, striving to bind himself her ways she could never, ever protest.
Eyes opened again to catch his as he worshiped her fingers, cheeks flushing for the naked kisses for her bare fingertips, where gloves covered the rest of her hand. She- she could not look away from those eyes, leaving her to only watch… And then struggle for breath as he spoke.
No… No, it would not be the first time they had disappeared, and it was far too tempting to repeat the occurrence anew- Especially as the crowd moving about them grew so openly disapproving that she feared intervention. Better- Better to find a place to stay, and-
“A walk?” she breathed as she found her own feet, but blessedly not her release from the man, her fingers playing over his until a thought prompted her to squeeze them, the sudden spark of light in her gaze only highlighting the affection within them. “What- what of Luxembourg?” She was not usually one for repetition where novelty was possible, but. That was the exact same garden she had walked with this very man, months ago. It had been freezing, then, the flora barely away when she walked with the man who had caught hold of her heart… And now- She would be strolling through those trees and gardens at full bloom, with the man had utterly claimed it. “It should be closing soon.” And no one would be there- A fact that meant nothing to the lady beyond a reason to clutch his hand a little tighter as she peered long and meaningfully into his eyes. “We could stay there as long as we like… And leave, whenever we like.”
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Aldric :: Bertrand :: Charles :: Damien :: Marguerite :: Marie :: Raoul :: William
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