[ Likewise, the belief that such a confession could bear a heavier weight and fill him more with dread than anything else seems to be completely unfounded. Moronic, even. To hear her say the words feels as though everything they've tried to keep at bay can be let go instead.
It does feel freeing. It's the un-wrenching of a vice around his chest and the pull of fresh air in his lungs.
And this wonderful, incredible, beautiful elf feeling such a way about him — most days Ben doesn't believe in such things as luck, because everything is guided by the flow and the will of the Force, but how could it be that the Force could put him on the path of such an unimaginable gift? ]
Well, then. [ He leans in to close the distance between them, and to murmur her language's words with fairly impressive pronunciation. They feel right on his tongue; they feel like they carry more meaning than Basic ever could and he wants her to know that he means this. ] Gi melin, Luthien.
[ funny — to hear him say it makes her feel like laughing and crying at the same time. she feels as though she could sing the winter itself away, to change the seasons with the unbridled joy that his words bring her. ]
It sounds better, when you say it. [ her laughter is the tinkling of bells before she, too, leans towards him like a flower to the sun, until the space between them is gone.
it is perhaps a good thing she chose a time as early as this; she would be displeased if someone came across them, now, for the interruption it would be, rather than any shame over being seen with him. ]
[ His echoing laughter is quiet but it releases all of the tension in his shoulders, and softens the tightness in his eyes and around his mouth beneath the scruff of his beard. He looks almost younger, and when he looks into her eyes its with the clarity of someone who understands what this all means, what saying these words means, and believing them with all of the flow of the Force through every atom in his body.
He lifts a hand to gently stroke at her cheek with a finger, ever so fond, before he helps to close the distance between them. The press of his lips to hers is gentle, and admittedly a little tentative at first — the mark of someone who admittedly hasn't kissed anyone in some time, nor felt this way in so long that it takes a moment to draw back the memories he'd long since buried away in the name of fulfilling his duty. In putting the greater good first.
But if time and life and his dedication to the ways of the Force have shown him anything, it isn't that he should fully exclude one thing for another. (A mistake he has paid dearly for in the past.) He feels this way for Luthien and he doesn't feel as though the ghosts of the Council would admonish him for it. Or perhaps he doesn't care even if they do.
Now there's a thought.
A moment later, and Ben pulls back just enough to be able to speak again, the warmth and taste of her lips still on his tongue. ]
I fear that I may join you if they try to separate us.
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It does feel freeing. It's the un-wrenching of a vice around his chest and the pull of fresh air in his lungs.
And this wonderful, incredible, beautiful elf feeling such a way about him — most days Ben doesn't believe in such things as luck, because everything is guided by the flow and the will of the Force, but how could it be that the Force could put him on the path of such an unimaginable gift? ]
Well, then. [ He leans in to close the distance between them, and to murmur her language's words with fairly impressive pronunciation. They feel right on his tongue; they feel like they carry more meaning than Basic ever could and he wants her to know that he means this. ] Gi melin, Luthien.
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It sounds better, when you say it. [ her laughter is the tinkling of bells before she, too, leans towards him like a flower to the sun, until the space between them is gone.
it is perhaps a good thing she chose a time as early as this; she would be displeased if someone came across them, now, for the interruption it would be, rather than any shame over being seen with him. ]
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He lifts a hand to gently stroke at her cheek with a finger, ever so fond, before he helps to close the distance between them. The press of his lips to hers is gentle, and admittedly a little tentative at first — the mark of someone who admittedly hasn't kissed anyone in some time, nor felt this way in so long that it takes a moment to draw back the memories he'd long since buried away in the name of fulfilling his duty. In putting the greater good first.
But if time and life and his dedication to the ways of the Force have shown him anything, it isn't that he should fully exclude one thing for another. (A mistake he has paid dearly for in the past.) He feels this way for Luthien and he doesn't feel as though the ghosts of the Council would admonish him for it. Or perhaps he doesn't care even if they do.
Now there's a thought.
A moment later, and Ben pulls back just enough to be able to speak again, the warmth and taste of her lips still on his tongue. ]
I fear that I may join you if they try to separate us.
[ Just in case she had any doubt at all. ]