[The edge of the fountain is familiar. It's a good place to sit, after all, in the near-endless summer of this place, surrounded by the loveliness of the gardens. The water is cool in her throat. It helps with the hurt in her voice and, somehow, the faint threat of new welling tears.
And Faramir's gentle voice, warm over the telling of happy days among men he trusted, is the surest sign of her absolute safety.
Ophelia allows herself to melt slowly into the half-fantasy of the distraction, asking for names to be repeated, tracing absent maps along the fountain beside her skirts, laughing softly at the joy of the moments Faramir honoured her by sharing. If she were truly only his, this is exactly how they would spend their evenings, she's certain. If her lot could be completely thrown with his, she would repeat these names and the stories she would cling to in their dull days apart.
Her smile feels far more settled on her lips as she finally sets down the cup again.]
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Date: 2019-04-21 03:12 am (UTC)And Faramir's gentle voice, warm over the telling of happy days among men he trusted, is the surest sign of her absolute safety.
Ophelia allows herself to melt slowly into the half-fantasy of the distraction, asking for names to be repeated, tracing absent maps along the fountain beside her skirts, laughing softly at the joy of the moments Faramir honoured her by sharing. If she were truly only his, this is exactly how they would spend their evenings, she's certain. If her lot could be completely thrown with his, she would repeat these names and the stories she would cling to in their dull days apart.
Her smile feels far more settled on her lips as she finally sets down the cup again.]
-thank you.