Arm tucked against the inner arm of another person, bright red shining across shoulders, and somehow illuminating the brightness and the lightness of silver gray hair. It's only cool night air that greets the two walking side by side, little hints of stolen breath and the fluttering of remaining so, so close.
It's as if the night were opened up before them, as if two pairs of legs know just where to walk to feel properly enchanted. It's almost as if the moonlight were a song, and within it's rays, words sang out, beautiful melodies meant to remind two people why quiet can sometimes be a hidden blessing.
It's here that a prince and an herbalist walk as if all the world could never be against them; it's where two people find companionship without the busyness of noise that can draw two apart and build brick walls between them, instead of fluffy air that does little to separate one person from the next.
It's here that love blooms in even the silence, as if it were made to shine without even a word to know it's tune. It's here that finally two people sit down, relaxed against the night's quiet backdrop and gentle stillness. And it's here where two people finally let words touch air, as two people share of the joys that often go hidden, go unnoticed.
It's where the gentle sky is the only witness, to a woman with bright red hair leaning forward to kiss a prince, as if stations and statuses were mere figments of imagination in life, and it's where the prince kisses back, lets love in, lets it be the only reminder that he clings to. And finally, the moon's quiet puff is just that, quiet and gentle, without any scorn or upset.
And two people are brought together by the delicate nature of a kiss, instead of brought apart by the harshness of words, scrolls, schemes, and a sword, piercing and metallic, that can shine like a dagger to someone's throat.
Instead, for a moment, there is only one quiet onlooker, one that shines down on them as if delighted to let the world see for a moment how love has won, and between the two of the them and the moon, the world continues singing a gentle melody, that is often hard to hear.