“It does not,” she replied reassuringly before she tilted her head to give his hand a soft peck, “It is hard to find the right lips to kiss. I get that, Liebling.” Her red lips curled up into a small smile at the sight of his enchanted face. It seemed like, no matter what she did, he would always be fascinated. “There is no need to worry.”
“I waited for you,” he answered softly. “Watched for you. Each year, I listened for your song, waited for you to sing me back to you.” With each return from the mortal world without her, he had lapsed into frustration, impatience, wishing to be alone for days at a time. “I knew you would be mine, one day. That you would open your lungs and invite me to collect you once and for all.”
”You did come for me. But you did not take me with you,“ the blonde returned as she gently began to trace his lips again. The last time they had met, she cried in front of him, even begged him to take her, but he left without her. Elsa had been thinking about this night for so long, wondering why. And now, she finally knew it. A playful smirk appeared on her face. "Am I yours, yes?”
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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