There were any number of possible reactions Calyvn could have had to her words, and Faeyra wasn't prepared for any of them. It was all she could do to stop herself from... even that part she couldn't understand. Did she want to cry? Laugh like a bitter fool? Run away and cover her ears so she never had to find out? But at the end of the day, breeding and upbringing won out, and all Faeyra could do, as a lady, as a woman, was put her best foot forward and smile through the pain. She turned from Calvyn, struggling to put her mask of propriety and politeness back in place, and strode for Gracie. She'd put a brave face on, she'd get them some food, take them to the inn, and try - try her hardest - to put aside these warm, fuzzy feelings for Calvyn.
And then he did something she hadn't even considered, hadn't even thought of. One second she was walking away, sternly lecturing herself, and the next... Faeyra felt herself melt against Calvyn, mind and body wholly focused on him in that moment. She couldn't even bring herself to be mad - at him, at herself. If this was the one time, the only time... Gods, just let her have this moment of weakness!
He pulled away all too soon and Faeyra steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders, her expression slack with surprise and passion. She pressed one trembling hand to her lips, eyes wide as he rests his forehead against hers. Her eyes narrowed, trying to hear his words over the thundering of her own heart.
"You stupid, wonderful, amazing man," she rasped, tanging her free hand in Calvyn's shirt and pulling him in for another kiss. Breaking away, she pulled Gracie into their embrace, resting her head on Calvyn's chest and squeezing Gracie's hand. "So what now? What's next for us... the three of us?"
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♥♥ drawing by the AMAZING ALICE ♥♥ |