As she drew close, he turned his head just enough to look at her, a fearful look in his eyes. Would this be goodbye? Would she send him away? Her words were enough to banish such foolish thoughts. A sudden smile cracked into his face, a boyish one with lights burning brightly behind his eyes. “Yes?” It was all the balm he needed, for he trusted her entirely.
His bare hands moved to cradle her cheeks, staring into her eyes with such happiness, such love. “You make me a happy man, a feat I thought impossible in my life. Elsa Mars… My prima donna. I would move sun and stars for you if you only asked.”
She accepted it. She would never approve of what had happened, but Elsa accepted the worst part of Edward’s tale; his darkest hour. She swore to herself that she would be there for him if he needed her – just like he did for her.
Slowly, her hands moved to rest on his shoulders as she stepped closer to him, dying to lie in his arms again. Each single time she could rest in his safe hold, Elsa felt protected and comforted, more than ever before. “Maestro, I hope to give you all the happiness you give to me. I cannot imagine to live a life without you, not anymore…”
I'm German too, so I don't use a translator to make Elsa babble in her native language. As it's MY first language too, I'd like to apologize for the silly English mistakes I make.
Doing some language / business studies.
Old soul, bookworm, part time vegetarian, Stevie Nicks freak, always eager to travel.
Sometimes, when I'm really bored, I take icon requests. Don't be shy to ask!
Oh, and, whenever you see this silly cupcake down there, you'll know that the mun's talking, not Elsa.
That's it, I guess. I hope you haven't expected something special here. You're awesome.
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