They have walked arm in arm, but this is something else again, and he starts a little when she touches him. But only for the briefest moment. When she finishes speaking he reaches up and covers his hand with hers, meeting her gaze steadily, his eyes dark and intent. He stares at her for some time before making any answer, and when he does speak his voice is low with some deep emotion.
"You honor me with your compassion as much as with your faith in me, my lady." His fingers are calloused where they rest on the back of her hand, his skin darker, tanned by sun and weather. But his touch is gentle. "And I thank you for both."
It seems to Faramir that a long time passes while they look at each other thus, though it cannot be more than a few seconds. For him, the world has narrowed to encompass only Èowyn and that point of connection between them. It is a moment fraught with...not possibility, perhaps, but awareness. Something within him changes in those few seconds, a fundamental, unalterable change, and he knows it.
So be it.
It is he who breaks their locked gazes first, though it is a wrench to do it, and he takes a quick, sharp intake of breath once it is done. Almost awkwardly, he adds, "He did love me, I think, for all the difficulties between us in recent times. But our last parting was a poor one. I am told he regretted it in the end, and was by my side for many hours while my fever raged. I wish I could remember it."
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Date: 2018-09-04 09:31 pm (UTC)"You honor me with your compassion as much as with your faith in me, my lady." His fingers are calloused where they rest on the back of her hand, his skin darker, tanned by sun and weather. But his touch is gentle. "And I thank you for both."
It seems to Faramir that a long time passes while they look at each other thus, though it cannot be more than a few seconds. For him, the world has narrowed to encompass only Èowyn and that point of connection between them. It is a moment fraught with...not possibility, perhaps, but awareness. Something within him changes in those few seconds, a fundamental, unalterable change, and he knows it.
So be it.
It is he who breaks their locked gazes first, though it is a wrench to do it, and he takes a quick, sharp intake of breath once it is done. Almost awkwardly, he adds, "He did love me, I think, for all the difficulties between us in recent times. But our last parting was a poor one. I am told he regretted it in the end, and was by my side for many hours while my fever raged. I wish I could remember it."