Prompt: Capture the moment of your choosing, but it must be 100 words exactly (without title) No more and no less.
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Alistair was watching her, couldn't help it.
Her fingers threaded through her blond strands, combing out the knots residing within. She was sunken in the motion, her expression reflecting in the firelight distant, relaxed.
And so very beautiful.
His fingers twitched with the need to touch the silk, to feel her. But he didn't move, remained sitting, despite this burning want. She was his fellow Warden, a Dalish. She would never love him, a human. It wasn't allowed, against all rules he learned.
Eventually, she noticed his gaze, looked up to him, confused. "What's the matter?"
I love you.
"Nothing..."
