They sink into fond silence, and she looks at him. He's a little overdue for a haircut, and there's a smudge of dirt on his face from an atypically muddy fight with a group of bandits earlier, and he looks at her like he could never ask anything more from the world. Like he'll never need another gift.
The first time they met, she held a knife to his throat and one thought coursed through her brain, her limbs, her veins: I'll never be fool enough to trust you. Even then his eyes were sweet.
This is my favorite section. It says so much about who they are and where they've come from.
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Re: legend of the seeker | richard/kahlan | just for tonight, darling, let's get lost
Date: 2010-11-11 09:05 am (UTC)They sink into fond silence, and she looks at him. He's a little overdue for a haircut, and there's a smudge of dirt on his face from an atypically muddy fight with a group of bandits earlier, and he looks at her like he could never ask anything more from the world. Like he'll never need another gift.
The first time they met, she held a knife to his throat and one thought coursed through her brain, her limbs, her veins: I'll never be fool enough to trust you. Even then his eyes were sweet.
This is my favorite section. It says so much about who they are and where they've come from.