Amarië (amarieingwiel) wrote in opus_two, @ 2008-10-25 01:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | &amarie&finrod, @ossiriand, amarie, finrod |
*has managed to avoid another run-in, mostly by leaving the hotel early and returning late and sending her entourage on ahead of her for reconiassance* (*wouldn't ever dream of changing her routine to suit others, of course—has had a full schedule anyway*)
*goes to bed after yet another productive day, satisfied that her new home will be ready for permanent residence come morning* *will be pleased to leave the hotel behind, for more than one reason*
*despite her excitement over the progress, has no problem drifting off to sleep*
[Anar has just begun to brighten the eastern sky when her hand slips into his, small and delicate and practically made to fit in the hollow of his palm. Perhaps yesterday she might have worried over her gown, or the pavilion, or the guest arrangements. Perhaps she might find the will to be concerned for such things, in a moment's time. For the duration of this single heartbeat, however, she knows nothing but the warmth of his fingers, the smile on his lips, and the sweet glimmer of promise in his eyes...
"Findaráto," she whispers, her voice pitched low and for his ears only. "I do believe I have forgotten the traditional vows. Will you be terribly offended if I am forced to contrive something entirely new by the time we reach the pavilion?"]