Bill watches the ring wobble back and forth on the nightstand until it settles, finally, and the room is utterly quiet.
Fleur loves him; she's said so. And not in the way she loves Bernard or Ophelia.
She loves him.
"Making choices is a hard thing, love. I choose to love you. I choose to love you now and tomorrow and the day after and the day after that. I choose to love you for all that you are and all that you're not. I choose to love you freely, and from the very core of my soul. I just want you to know the choices I've made, that's all."
Bill runs his hand over her hair. "I can't make what happened with Ophelia go away. I can only offer myself up to you, and hope that I'm enough to make you happy in some way."
He kisses her on the cheek, finished with being noble for the time being. A primal want issues up from deep inside.
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He's not.
Bill watches the ring wobble back and forth on the nightstand until it settles, finally, and the room is utterly quiet.
Fleur loves him; she's said so. And not in the way she loves Bernard or Ophelia.
She loves him.
"Making choices is a hard thing, love. I choose to love you. I choose to love you now and tomorrow and the day after and the day after that. I choose to love you for all that you are and all that you're not. I choose to love you freely, and from the very core of my soul. I just want you to know the choices I've made, that's all."
Bill runs his hand over her hair. "I can't make what happened with Ophelia go away. I can only offer myself up to you, and hope that I'm enough to make you happy in some way."
He kisses her on the cheek, finished with being noble for the time being. A primal want issues up from deep inside.