She is more beautiful than the sun with that light in her eyes, the hint of laughter in her voice, and she is looking at him with an open, joyous affection that sings through him. "I would," Faramir answers at once, and swift as thought he moves to kiss her.
His arm wraps around her waist to pull her in close as he bends his head, cradling her cheek in his hand. Not a feather-light touch this time, not tentative or hesitant--his mouth is warm on hers, her skin is soft under his fingers, he can feel the curves of her pressed against him, may inhale her breath, all the details he could not have imagined, though he tried despite himself. This is real, all real, no dream or wistful thought or forlorn hope, and his head spins with amazement as much as elation.
They stand on the walls above Minas Tirith for all the city to see, and Faramir cares nothing for it. All he knows is Éowyn, there in his arms, and the sun shining glory all around them, and that is all he needs.
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Date: 2018-12-12 11:50 pm (UTC)His arm wraps around her waist to pull her in close as he bends his head, cradling her cheek in his hand. Not a feather-light touch this time, not tentative or hesitant--his mouth is warm on hers, her skin is soft under his fingers, he can feel the curves of her pressed against him, may inhale her breath, all the details he could not have imagined, though he tried despite himself. This is real, all real, no dream or wistful thought or forlorn hope, and his head spins with amazement as much as elation.
They stand on the walls above Minas Tirith for all the city to see, and Faramir cares nothing for it. All he knows is Éowyn, there in his arms, and the sun shining glory all around them, and that is all he needs.