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Four
He watched the maiden cry. Her thin frame lying like a battered reed upon the ground, shuddering with the wind. Her hair spread out in a halo. He yearned to say something to her, powerful words that he wanted to convey his feelings with, but no words seemed to get past his parched lips without falling ridiculously apart. And so he closed his mouth and stopped trying.
He moved to her on his knees. He tapped her gingerly on the bare shoulder, a gesture to let her know that he was there. He was feeling faint and surreal and very unsure of himself, but whatever precious confidence he had left he wanted to give to her and make her strong again. Strong, like she had always been.
She extended a trembling hand and it somehow met with his own, and he let himself enclose his fingers around her and pull her to him. She fell into his arms in a mass of clumsy limbs, wild hair, and rebellious tears. She desperately clutched to the front of his tunic in the same way she had been clutching at the grass, and her face was awkwardly turned away from his.
He gathered her fully to him, moving her arms and wrapping them around his waist. He pressed her head gently to his chest, letting her tears soak into the fabric. And then, after a moment's hesitation, he softly buried his face into her hair and kissed the golden locks.
They settled into an embrace that neither wanted to break from, for fear of seeing the new fire in the other's eyes.
Note: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Okay, review.
Four
He watched the maiden cry. Her thin frame lying like a battered reed upon the ground, shuddering with the wind. Her hair spread out in a halo. He yearned to say something to her, powerful words that he wanted to convey his feelings with, but no words seemed to get past his parched lips without falling ridiculously apart. And so he closed his mouth and stopped trying.
He moved to her on his knees. He tapped her gingerly on the bare shoulder, a gesture to let her know that he was there. He was feeling faint and surreal and very unsure of himself, but whatever precious confidence he had left he wanted to give to her and make her strong again. Strong, like she had always been.
She extended a trembling hand and it somehow met with his own, and he let himself enclose his fingers around her and pull her to him. She fell into his arms in a mass of clumsy limbs, wild hair, and rebellious tears. She desperately clutched to the front of his tunic in the same way she had been clutching at the grass, and her face was awkwardly turned away from his.
He gathered her fully to him, moving her arms and wrapping them around his waist. He pressed her head gently to his chest, letting her tears soak into the fabric. And then, after a moment's hesitation, he softly buried his face into her hair and kissed the golden locks.
They settled into an embrace that neither wanted to break from, for fear of seeing the new fire in the other's eyes.
Note: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Okay, review.