( the anger and wrath and loathing filling up every corner of him, blinding and deafening him to all else, slips away like water over a rock; it would escape his fingers even if he reached for it: he deflates, his breath heavy and shaking, the storm-blue of his eyes wide and clearing with awe. all he hears is his shaking breath as he calms, as he sees.
his lifted hand slowly falls. his pretense slips away.
she loves him.
perhaps he hadn't known it until this moment, hadn't truly believed it until now. he knows now with unquestionable certainty she does: she knows him. she knows him now, and she loves him.
he's been a fool.
he's before her in no time at all, his hands cupping her face, his lips pressing to hers in a hard and breathless kiss. )
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his lifted hand slowly falls. his pretense slips away.
she loves him.
perhaps he hadn't known it until this moment, hadn't truly believed it until now. he knows now with unquestionable certainty she does: she knows him. she knows him now, and she loves him.
he's been a fool.
he's before her in no time at all, his hands cupping her face, his lips pressing to hers in a hard and breathless kiss. )