[ ♛ ] His words made her smile softly. How often did she ask herself the same question? Every single day, at least once. Slowly, Elsa’s hand trailed up his neck to cup his cheek, before she leaned down to peck his lips lightly like he would receive a kiss from a gentle feather. The answer to his question was simple, short, taken for granted. “You saved me.”
WARMTH pooled in his blue eyes as he studied her in silence. The poet relished every bit of affection she gave him as if it were the first time, even now. He raised his head to meet her kiss, returning it with another feather-light peck. When he pulled back, it was to trail a gloved thumb along her soft lips. “It was you that saved me, my lovely. Saved me from a lifetime of torment and agony.”
[ ♛ ] For a moment, she let his gloved finger brush over her red lips. “Maybe we saved each other, mh? Maybe it was supposed to happen.” With that, she leaned in to gave his lips another soft kiss, her hand resting on his chest. “And I like it.”
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.
