[ At least he'd had the foresight to keep some of the scarf to himself, because the melodist had indeed been ready to protest his giving up the scarf for her sake. But when he finishes adjusting it, all that was left was her blushing returning anew, even if it was just barely there. ]
... And if I told you of how happy you've made me, would you believe it? [ Once again her voice was soft, the melodist leaning just a little bit more against him and resting her head upon his shoulder.
While she knew even as she said it that any attempt to describe those feelings would be more of a weak one—it had been difficult enough to write it down on paper earlier that day, the letter currently tucked away beneath the plethora of other pages in her nightstand—if it was what he wanted, then she would do her best.
Or maybe she could just present it to him instead, the thought did briefly cross her mind. Except when it came down to it, she would prefer to say it herself than rely on all those pieces of paper. ]
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... And if I told you of how happy you've made me, would you believe it? [ Once again her voice was soft, the melodist leaning just a little bit more against him and resting her head upon his shoulder.
While she knew even as she said it that any attempt to describe those feelings would be more of a weak one—it had been difficult enough to write it down on paper earlier that day, the letter currently tucked away beneath the plethora of other pages in her nightstand—if it was what he wanted, then she would do her best.
Or maybe she could just present it to him instead, the thought did briefly cross her mind. Except when it came down to it, she would prefer to say it herself than rely on all those pieces of paper. ]