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[thecoolone]

"You asked me a question downstairs, Fleur." He sits on the bed, looking up at her. Studying her, really, and he reaches for her hands. "Sit with me. Let's talk."

He loves her fiercely.

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[leplusbeau]

Love you too.


*She nuzzles their noses together and laughs, little huffs of air against his chin and cheeks.*


You make me worry, and I love you for it. You are the one I will keep.

[thecoolone]

He kisses her soft pink lips again, then wraps his arm around her and holds her close.

He's supremely satisfied.

Eyes shut, he settles into the rhythm of her breathing. There is poetry in her eyes, her laugh, her smile.

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

(There is poetry in her soul.)