[ the lion cub's ears perk at his arrival before olivia even notices him — which is an oddity all on its own. accompanying that, though, is the strange sense that she had not quite been there; not, at least, until she finally stirs out of that strange reverie, and her eyes fall back on him with an expression reminiscent of a seafarer finding land again — finally, at last, something with which she can anchor to.
she pivots towards him like a flower to the sun, and (not for the first time) she finds herself aching to reach out for him — if only to further find her ground.
relief clouds her voice, too, making her somewhat breathless despite having stood still in her wait. ]
You needn't have to do so much for me, [ she insists, but it comes off as something more customary than her usual brand of altruisim. in this moment, brimming with anxious energy, she can only think of her selfishness, of seeking comfort in the company of a person far stronger, more immovable than her.
when he's close enough, her gaze shifts to the instrument he holds in his hands. genuine awe and wonderment lights up her features, hands coming up to clasp delicately over her chest. ]
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she pivots towards him like a flower to the sun, and (not for the first time) she finds herself aching to reach out for him — if only to further find her ground.
relief clouds her voice, too, making her somewhat breathless despite having stood still in her wait. ]
You needn't have to do so much for me, [ she insists, but it comes off as something more customary than her usual brand of altruisim. in this moment, brimming with anxious energy, she can only think of her selfishness, of seeking comfort in the company of a person far stronger, more immovable than her.
when he's close enough, her gaze shifts to the instrument he holds in his hands. genuine awe and wonderment lights up her features, hands coming up to clasp delicately over her chest. ]
Oh, my Lord... Is this it? It's beautiful...