After laying eyes on her, Baltair had nearly forgotten that his brother had been by his side; and so he was startled when he heard the familiar dark grumble of his twin's words. One ear swiveled absently in his brother's direction, but for perhaps the first time in his life, Baltair found himself focused entirely on something else.

Someone else..

"Aye," he breathed mechanically, almost too dazed to realize exactly what it was he was saying. He spoke in his native gaelic, eyes never leaving her beautiful form. "It seems it's you who has bewitched me.."

Baltair wanted to move, wanted to run to her and bury his nose in the soft curves of her shoulders, to nuzzle gently against her cheek and pull her close. And yet, the thought that such action might frighten her away was enough to leave Baltair utterly paralyzed.

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, Baltair turned his head slowly to look at Will. "Isn't she the most perfect creature you've ever laid eyes on?" His face wore the expression of child-like wonder, and his eyes were wide with astonishment. "Am I dreaming?"

He turned his gaze back -- he had to, there was no choice! -- back to the beauty who had utterly bewitched him. He was entirely under her spell, completely taken and empty. It was as if his soul had begun leaving his body, reaching desperately toward some other piece of itself which had been lost for so long.

He felt so complete, looking at her; and he had not even realized he had been missing anything, before that moment.

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