[ he takes her hand and suddenly, the world rights itself. all the concerns running through her mind seem trivial, matters that cannot hold her attention for any longer. softly, she lifts her other hand, places it on his. her expression barely changes, but there are flowers blooming underneath her feet, butterflies starting to gather around them, their wings flashing white and blue and purple.
slowly, she nods. ]
... Yes. [ he is right — that is what truly matters.
she opens her eyes, looks up at her husband. there is a touch of something else than her usual serenity in her smile. ] I see you have not lost your command of the spoken word. [ more and more flowers keep blooming beneath her feet, if there's suddenly a flower field in the middle of the city don't blame her. ]
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slowly, she nods. ]
... Yes. [ he is right — that is what truly matters.
she opens her eyes, looks up at her husband. there is a touch of something else than her usual serenity in her smile. ] I see you have not lost your command of the spoken word. [ more and more flowers keep blooming beneath her feet, if there's suddenly a flower field in the middle of the city don't blame her. ]