In his time loving her, he had grown bolder, more confident about his affections. The man was a romantic, deeply so, but he had never the reason to express it until he had met her. Eyes falling shut, he nuzzled his head against hers, his lips finding her ear so he could whisper to her. “I long to make love to you. To treat you like the goddess that you are. You inspire me, I have said, and in so many ways…” Once she began to sing, however, he was well and truly lost. If he’d had a heart, it would have skipped a beat. “How I love to hear your voice… Do not stop.”
The feeling of his breath against her ear caused her to shiver softly, but still, she smiled. Her eyes fell shut as Elsa heard his words. She had never felt like this before. Loved, wanted, respected. “You are treating me like a goddess, maestro, every single day. You make me feel your love.” The chanteuse stroked Edward’s shoulder gently and pressed a soft kiss to his ear as she continued to sing quietly. “The power of youth is on my mind. Sunsets, small town, I’m out of time. Will you still love me when I shine, from words, but not from beauty?”
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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