He's easily distracted; she's already wrapped around him and he's very willing to stop all the tickling. But he loves the sound of her laughter. It reminds him of things from his past, things he can't quite describe in full but things that nonetheless remind him of simple times, of happy times, of gentle times. A distant ship's horn in the night, perhaps, or songbirds gathered in the yard, or...
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Date: 2005-05-17 09:07 pm (UTC)He's easily distracted; she's already wrapped around him and he's very willing to stop all the tickling. But he loves the sound of her laughter. It reminds him of things from his past, things he can't quite describe in full but things that nonetheless remind him of simple times, of happy times, of gentle times. A distant ship's horn in the night, perhaps, or songbirds gathered in the yard, or...
"Fleur." His eyes meet hers, full of longing.