[ His touch is welcome, warm, and surprising that he would extend an offer of his own touch to her. Just in time, too, for a shiver passes down her back, admitting to the illness she had been feeling despite her attempt to conceal. She does not shift away, but only keeps her eyes on him.
He does not meet her gaze, but from this angle... She lifts a hand to his cheek, to guide the last few angles of his gaze upwards to meet hers.
Golden eyes gain her attention easily, but his, now, alight with the soft glow of her crystal-- even though not meeting hers-- remind her of the distant, dim stars just beyond the curve of the moon; outshined only by the reflection of the sun, they are not forgotten. The blue within them, the light of hers that is reflected within them as well, is of a deeper hue than platinum sunken in the ocean. ]
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He does not meet her gaze, but from this angle... She lifts a hand to his cheek, to guide the last few angles of his gaze upwards to meet hers.
Golden eyes gain her attention easily, but his, now, alight with the soft glow of her crystal-- even though not meeting hers-- remind her of the distant, dim stars just beyond the curve of the moon; outshined only by the reflection of the sun, they are not forgotten. The blue within them, the light of hers that is reflected within them as well, is of a deeper hue than platinum sunken in the ocean. ]