[ she would not be surprised to hear that he has already ascended to that height. less so to know that he had done so with the help of others. for how else does one climb to that level without the solid mountain beneath your feet, or the strong wind beneath your wings?
it simply her hope that he will come to acknowledge and accept that in his heart — that he needn't be quite as alone as he thinks he should be.
no, she knows he has achieved much. especially because he hasn't spoken about it. it's just the kind of person he is, really — he reveals so much more the less he actually speaks. ]
Isn't that my line?
[ she does not laugh, but the levity is there in her tone. coming forward, she leans down to press a soft, fleeting kiss along the apple of his cheek. a touch of her hand lingers against the other, even when she straightens up again, but eventually that too is drawn away. ]
no subject
it simply her hope that he will come to acknowledge and accept that in his heart — that he needn't be quite as alone as he thinks he should be.
no, she knows he has achieved much. especially because he hasn't spoken about it. it's just the kind of person he is, really — he reveals so much more the less he actually speaks. ]
Isn't that my line?
[ she does not laugh, but the levity is there in her tone. coming forward, she leans down to press a soft, fleeting kiss along the apple of his cheek. a touch of her hand lingers against the other, even when she straightens up again, but eventually that too is drawn away. ]
Good night, Mr. Fruit. Sweet dreams.