*I don't own Jane and the Dragon or its Characters
It only took the lightest touch of each others hand to know that they loved each other dearly. It started as involuntary action, a mere accident, even a joke, but then it became a common thing. During conversation they'd rest their hands close, close enough to move forward.
Knowing that the other was trying, they took steps, as comfortable and natural as possible. To their surprise, they liked the newfound fondness, it felt right. Though, they both led busy lives, so things moved at a slow, but steady pace.
A breathed whisper was all it took to know it was her name being called from across the room by him.
Or in the middle of a crowd, she'd know he was looking at her because she was looking at him, staring intently. They'd reach out to each other but would be too far from each others grasp.
An echo, a reverberating echo, of a sweet laugh, an exaggerated cry, or the ring of bells sent a smile to her face.
A random thought at times, the quickest thought of his brief smile, or laugh, or shared expression filled her heart with warmth.
When together, they spoke of each others day, or what they have seen or been, but there was that sweetness, that almost unbearable sweetness, that she felt most when they'd tell each other goodnight or good day.
The pressure from around them told them no. Her mother always said to her that classes don't cross, saying a girl must marry as soon as she shows signs of womanhood, or that a girl couldn't do what men could.
He was a shadow when he wasn't laughing or causing roars of laughter, a lowly servant if you must be precise. Not even born in her homeland, but a foreign resident.
Neither cared of this things, for they didn't see with their eyes. Even if blindness, of deafness overtook them, they'd let they hearts hear for them and their touch see for them.
The only moments they found themselves most honest was when passing down the hall, when their hands lightly brushed each other in reassurance, meaning I love you.
Always implied, never said, two people, nothing more then really good friends continued their odd relationship.
It wasn't because of their standing, or color, or race, but fear that kept them apart.
Who knows how long it will be till one or the other breaks down the wall of fear, declaring it official. They had time, for all good things come to those that wait, despite their wisdom at the ages of 12 and 14, they still were children. But one thing is for certain, they knew how they felt for each other, it was just the world who didn't know it yet.