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Vert #14; Warm Heart #19 [Starfall]
Name: Picnic in Ruins
Story: Starfall
Colors: Vert #14 (True love grows); Warm Heart #19 (Naivety)
Supplies and Styles: Silhouette
Word Count: 2626
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Notes: Portcallan, 1313; Viyony Eseray/Leion Valerno, Leily, Nin & Ivonna Valerno.
Summary: Leion arranges for one last outing with Viyony and has a revelation.
"I don't know why we had to come here," Nin said, tagging along beside Leion as they strolled over the short, springy grass of the clifftop. "There's nothing to see."
Leion glanced down at her, and then back across towards the ruins of the coastal Laonnic shrine his young nibling was complaining about. "Imai Eseray hasn't been up here before, and I thought she'd like it. One last outing now she's feeling better, before she has to leave."
"You could have thought of somewhere more interesting," said Nin. "There's not much left of this, is there?"
"You could always stare into the lightstone in the walls and meditate." Leion directed a sidelong glance down at her, in time to catch her eyeroll.
"Uncle Leio! I hate looking into lightstone. Can't we go down to the beach and eat? Please?"
He grinned. "Oh, so that's what this is, eh? Look, it's not even twelfth hour yet. Go play your ball games—I'll let you know when it's time to see what I've got in this basket."
Nin eyed the hamper one more time, as if it might vanish if she didn't check on it. Then she heaved a sigh. "All right," she agreed, and sprinted over the grass towards the most complete section of the ruins where Viyony and Nin's oldest sister Leily were standing, busy frowning over something in the ruins that had attracted their attention. Leion guessed it was most likely the snatches of inscriptions that could still found on some of the partial walls. Ivonna, another of Nin's sisters, was sitting in the shelter of one of the remaining base of a long-broken pillar, reading a book; oblivious to everyone else's activity.
Leion smiled, heading towards them slowly and taking pleasure in the view—both Portcallan, basking in autumnal sunshine under a sky scudded with fleecy clouds, and Viyony Eseray in a light embroidered shirt worn over dusky green trousers—impeccably dressed for the occasion, as ever. He was glad to see her looking so much more herself at last. There was a contained elegance in every slight shift in her stance that now seemed so very characteristic to him as she wandered slowly around the ruins, tracing a line of inscription in the stones.
He halted halfway over to idle admire the curve of her cheek, the way she put up her hand to keep escaped strays of her hair from being whipped into her face by the salty breeze—the upright line of her being as she straightened. Nin reached her, then, and Viyony turned to face the girl, laughing at something she had said.
"Stars," Leion muttered. "Oh, shit."
It struck him then and there, an absurdly belated bolt right out of that clear sky, what he felt, robbing him of breath. Of course, he had known he cared for her—he'd grown very fond of her over the course of this spring and summer, and he'd never made a secret about being happy to have a fling with her if she really wanted one, nor his dislike of her upcoming marriage. He'd thought, too, that if she'd not been so firmly out of reach, he might well have lost his head over her. If he'd been asked to sum up his feelings for Viyony Eseray, he'd have added them up to equal love of some kind, but now, at the last hour, the fact that he was absolutely in love with her hit him so hard he couldn't speak.
He had no excuse for his idiocy. His mother, two of his sisters, and Viyony's great aunt Diyela had all given him dire warnings about their relationship. He'd scoffed at them, but it turned out that the only person he'd been fooling with his denial was himself—excepting perhaps also Viyony.
This little jaunt was probably his last chance to see her alone, too—her betrothed was due to arrive any minute now and then she'd be caught up in wedding, travel, and business plans—and he had gone and asked his niblings to tag along with them today. He had thought it might be wisest—that it was too late, too unfair to Viyony, for them to act on their attraction at this point, and the children's company was a guarantee against that kind of folly.
Leion sighed. Probably, it was still for the best, whatever he felt. He knew Viyony's determination all too well by now. She would go through with this mercenary marriage of hers come what may—to save Eseray, to make sure her doom-laden prophetic dreams didn't come true—and the last thing she needed was him making it worse by him making love to her, or getting down on his knees and begging her to stay with him, to run away from Imoren or whatever other wild idea came into his head.
Viyony turned her head and caught sight of him walking over and moved towards him, a smile forming on her face.
"Shit," Leion said again, under his breath.
He loved her, he told the bright day and sea air defiantly, silently. He wanted them to hear him say it, even if no one else could. He was an idiot, but she was wonderful. Much too fond of coming up with the most appalling ideas, true, but wonderful anyway. When she reached him and stopped by his side, he let himself revel in her presence there, if only inwardly where she couldn't know and scold him for it.
Viyony shot him a quizzical glance, but then headed on past him without questioning whatever strangeness in his manner had caught her attention for a moment. She headed towards the cliff. "Do you think we might be able to see Imoren's ship from here?"
Leion's mood plummeted right over the steep incline beside them. Viyony's betrothed was due in any hour now, and, stars, she really, truly was going to do this cursed thing and marry someone who didn't even care about her.
He drew in his breath, ready to say something after all, however ill-judged and rash—but instead a ball hit him squarely in the face, hard. He gave a startled yell and stepped back to steady himself.
"Uncle Leio!" said Nin, running over. She put her hands on her hips and eyed him sternly. "You were looking straight at me. Why didn't you catch it?"
"Ow," said Leion, mildly and belatedly. He rubbed his nose. "I was a thousandlength away, sorry."
He hastily retrieved the ball and threw it back. Nin caught it and then swung round abruptly to fling it at Ivonna, who had put away her book to join in the game.
Leion glanced at Viyony. Her lips quivered treacherously, but she stared hard out towards the sea and didn't laugh. He was about to take her arm to draw her back towards him, the children, and the ruins, but when he reached out his hand, the sky seemed to darken in an impossible instant. He halted, craning his neck upwards at the clouds above in baffled dismay.
"You agreed," said a voice behind him. It was a voice that he hadn't heard for seven years, but the sound immediately rooted him to the spot. A shiver went down his spine. "Too late to back out now."
Leion turned slowly, and saw Atino Barra there on the cliff edge, silhouetted against a livid, thunderous sky, a little older than he remembered but with the same old insouciance in his stance. Somehow, Leion, as in a dream, seemed to know what he was talking about. His gut twisted, but he merely shrugged in response. Atino wanted Leion to do something he didn't want to, some sort of underhand business, maybe smuggling, but which he would go through with for Atino, regardless of the sense of shame that flooded him. It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last. Leion put a hand up to his shoulder and felt the outline of a circular Sea Watch badge pinned to his shirt.
Then Atino and the storm evaporated like the morning mist, and Leion was left facing Viyony, her head tilted, frowning at him. "... Leion?" she said, her voice breaking in on him at the tail end of what she was saying, as if he had emerged from underwater.
"I saw -" He caught himself, and shrugged it off. "Never mind. Come and play ball."
Viyony's expression didn't clear, but she gave a slight laugh. "A dangerous game," she murmured as she neared him, gesturing towards his nose.
"I'll live," said Leion, rubbing the injured article again. "But we can't leave Nin unattended and unamused or she'll have the last remnant of the shrine down before we know it. Probably throw pieces of it at me, too."
He took one last look around him, though, trying to shake off the sensation of both inner and outer storms from the vision—if that was what it had been—and remembered that last time he'd come up here to the shrine, he'd seen the same inexplicable, unreal storm, only more briefly and without the addition of Atino. He'd been with Eollan Barra then, seeking visions in the lightstone, and he'd blamed it on that, but this time he hadn't even touched the remaining lightstone embedded in the ruins and Eollan was locked up back in the city.
He raised his head. The dark clouds had been entirely imaginary—the sun had never stopped blazing down out of an aggressively blue sky. If a storm was on its way, it wasn't arriving today. For now, he only had to deal with corralling three niblings—and the imminent prospect of losing Viyony. Not that he'd ever had her to lose exactly, but the thought of never seeing her again -
"Leion?" Viyony waved him over to join the game.
He shook himself, giving a laugh to cover his abstraction, and then ran to grab the ball from Leily. Best not to think too much about any of it now. He could do that once he was back home, alone.
Later, they were all sitting on a blanket on the beach, the basket beside them emptied of its treasures. Ivonna had her knees tucked into her chest, reading, her book in one hand while with the other she tugged abstractedly on a strand of hair. Nin and Leily were lying on their front, half on and half off the edge of the rug, engaged in a muted argument as they tried to divide a handful of grapes between them. Viyony, sat next to Leion, leant over and nudged his shoulder. "What was wrong with you earlier?"
Leion turned his head to look at her, and something clenched at his heart. This couldn't truly be their last outing, could it? They should have so many more chances to do this kind of thing—or they should at least have gone out together like this far more often. He shuffled nearer to her, watching as the wind teased with strands of her hair in the most tantalising way. He wanted to reach out and smooth one back -
"You greedy globbin!" screeched Nin from behind them, but even as the two adults turned, Leily laughed and opened her palm to reveal the final red grape still there, uneaten, before she lobbed it at her younger sister. Nin subsided instantly in favour of stuffing it into her mouth.
"Globbin?" Viyony raised an eyebrow at Leion.
"One of the untransformed sea creatures." Leion paused. He gestured vaguely with his hand at a height. "Large. Orange-ish. Swallows everything in sight as it glugs along under the water. Properly some long West Korphilian name, but it's globbin to the rest of us."
She nodded. "Thanks. But, Leion, before, up there on the cliff—you said you saw something. Not Imoren's ship?"
"Nothing as dreadful as that," he snapped. He glanced down, not having meant to be so sharp. The feelings the odd vision had brought with it washed through him again, leaving wine red dregs of shame. The other Leion despised himself so badly, this Leion could taste it, sour on the tongue. "You remember the lightwood book? And whatever it was you saw in the High Chamber corridor. I had another weird moment like that—this time the same as the dreams I had when we were at Kalna. I was in the Sea Watch and—oh, it doesn't matter. It wasn't real. Just disturbing."
Viyony kept one eye on Nin and Leily as they got up and headed down to the sea, making their way gingerly over a stretch of shingle and rock. "That can't be good."
"What do you think it means? It's not the past and it can't be the future, either. Nobody would have me in the Sea Watch, even in the highly unlikely event that I took it into my head to join."
"I don't know. None of it makes sense. They're not like my dreams, either—but even if they were, you don't have true dreams, so that wouldn't explain anything." She pulled off her shoes, while Leion hastily looked away, and then she got up and brushed crumbs off her trousers. "Maybe we should ask Imai Nivyrn."
"I don't know if he's still here—although I think he'd tell me to write a letter to Starfall for help instead. Not sure I want to do that."
Viyony wrinkled her nose. "So lazy."
"Pragmatic. More trouble than it could possibly be worth, and any reply would take far too long to get here."
Viyony hesitated on the verge of moving away to join the two girls. "Oh, by the way, I wanted to ask you something too—your advice, I suppose."
"Oh?"
She nodded. "I had a letter from Kadia."
"Burn it," said Leion instantly. "Literally. Or whatever method of disposal you prefer. You don't have to listen to anything she has to say."
"She invited me to meet her again, at the same restaurant as before. She said she owed me an explanation and another apology and promised not to harm me."
Leion met her gaze. "Oh, well, that's all right then."
"I'm not going to go, don't worry," Viyony assured him, and he relaxed into a slight smile. "Just—what do you think she wants? Why would she even think it worth trying?"
He shrugged, and stared at the waves, rolling onto the shore. "I find it's best not to waste any time thinking about Kadia Barra."
"Yes, but she must have a reason," said Viyony. "Nothing she does makes any sense, but I'm sure it does to her, and that worries me."
"Burn it," Leion repeated. "Now, come on—we can't get all the way down here and not at least wet our feet!"
Leion poked Ivonna until she put down her book, and then he hauled her onto her feet. The three of them hurried down to the water's edge to join Leily and Nin splashing in and out of the waves, as if none of them had a care in the world. He didn't say anything foolish, even when Viyony's gaze strayed towards the ships waiting at the Callamouth from time to time between responding to Nin's chatter and helping Ivonna roll up her trousers. Leion grimaced at the unwelcome reminder. He tried to think of something more optimistic—maybe Imoren, when he finally arrived, would turn out to have come to his senses during his time apart from Viyony, and decide to call the whole thing off.
It was a pretty flimsy straw to clutch at, but Leion wasn't quite ready to let go of all hope yet.
Story: Starfall
Colors: Vert #14 (True love grows); Warm Heart #19 (Naivety)
Supplies and Styles: Silhouette
Word Count: 2626
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Notes: Portcallan, 1313; Viyony Eseray/Leion Valerno, Leily, Nin & Ivonna Valerno.
Summary: Leion arranges for one last outing with Viyony and has a revelation.
"I don't know why we had to come here," Nin said, tagging along beside Leion as they strolled over the short, springy grass of the clifftop. "There's nothing to see."
Leion glanced down at her, and then back across towards the ruins of the coastal Laonnic shrine his young nibling was complaining about. "Imai Eseray hasn't been up here before, and I thought she'd like it. One last outing now she's feeling better, before she has to leave."
"You could have thought of somewhere more interesting," said Nin. "There's not much left of this, is there?"
"You could always stare into the lightstone in the walls and meditate." Leion directed a sidelong glance down at her, in time to catch her eyeroll.
"Uncle Leio! I hate looking into lightstone. Can't we go down to the beach and eat? Please?"
He grinned. "Oh, so that's what this is, eh? Look, it's not even twelfth hour yet. Go play your ball games—I'll let you know when it's time to see what I've got in this basket."
Nin eyed the hamper one more time, as if it might vanish if she didn't check on it. Then she heaved a sigh. "All right," she agreed, and sprinted over the grass towards the most complete section of the ruins where Viyony and Nin's oldest sister Leily were standing, busy frowning over something in the ruins that had attracted their attention. Leion guessed it was most likely the snatches of inscriptions that could still found on some of the partial walls. Ivonna, another of Nin's sisters, was sitting in the shelter of one of the remaining base of a long-broken pillar, reading a book; oblivious to everyone else's activity.
Leion smiled, heading towards them slowly and taking pleasure in the view—both Portcallan, basking in autumnal sunshine under a sky scudded with fleecy clouds, and Viyony Eseray in a light embroidered shirt worn over dusky green trousers—impeccably dressed for the occasion, as ever. He was glad to see her looking so much more herself at last. There was a contained elegance in every slight shift in her stance that now seemed so very characteristic to him as she wandered slowly around the ruins, tracing a line of inscription in the stones.
He halted halfway over to idle admire the curve of her cheek, the way she put up her hand to keep escaped strays of her hair from being whipped into her face by the salty breeze—the upright line of her being as she straightened. Nin reached her, then, and Viyony turned to face the girl, laughing at something she had said.
"Stars," Leion muttered. "Oh, shit."
It struck him then and there, an absurdly belated bolt right out of that clear sky, what he felt, robbing him of breath. Of course, he had known he cared for her—he'd grown very fond of her over the course of this spring and summer, and he'd never made a secret about being happy to have a fling with her if she really wanted one, nor his dislike of her upcoming marriage. He'd thought, too, that if she'd not been so firmly out of reach, he might well have lost his head over her. If he'd been asked to sum up his feelings for Viyony Eseray, he'd have added them up to equal love of some kind, but now, at the last hour, the fact that he was absolutely in love with her hit him so hard he couldn't speak.
He had no excuse for his idiocy. His mother, two of his sisters, and Viyony's great aunt Diyela had all given him dire warnings about their relationship. He'd scoffed at them, but it turned out that the only person he'd been fooling with his denial was himself—excepting perhaps also Viyony.
This little jaunt was probably his last chance to see her alone, too—her betrothed was due to arrive any minute now and then she'd be caught up in wedding, travel, and business plans—and he had gone and asked his niblings to tag along with them today. He had thought it might be wisest—that it was too late, too unfair to Viyony, for them to act on their attraction at this point, and the children's company was a guarantee against that kind of folly.
Leion sighed. Probably, it was still for the best, whatever he felt. He knew Viyony's determination all too well by now. She would go through with this mercenary marriage of hers come what may—to save Eseray, to make sure her doom-laden prophetic dreams didn't come true—and the last thing she needed was him making it worse by him making love to her, or getting down on his knees and begging her to stay with him, to run away from Imoren or whatever other wild idea came into his head.
Viyony turned her head and caught sight of him walking over and moved towards him, a smile forming on her face.
"Shit," Leion said again, under his breath.
He loved her, he told the bright day and sea air defiantly, silently. He wanted them to hear him say it, even if no one else could. He was an idiot, but she was wonderful. Much too fond of coming up with the most appalling ideas, true, but wonderful anyway. When she reached him and stopped by his side, he let himself revel in her presence there, if only inwardly where she couldn't know and scold him for it.
Viyony shot him a quizzical glance, but then headed on past him without questioning whatever strangeness in his manner had caught her attention for a moment. She headed towards the cliff. "Do you think we might be able to see Imoren's ship from here?"
Leion's mood plummeted right over the steep incline beside them. Viyony's betrothed was due in any hour now, and, stars, she really, truly was going to do this cursed thing and marry someone who didn't even care about her.
He drew in his breath, ready to say something after all, however ill-judged and rash—but instead a ball hit him squarely in the face, hard. He gave a startled yell and stepped back to steady himself.
"Uncle Leio!" said Nin, running over. She put her hands on her hips and eyed him sternly. "You were looking straight at me. Why didn't you catch it?"
"Ow," said Leion, mildly and belatedly. He rubbed his nose. "I was a thousandlength away, sorry."
He hastily retrieved the ball and threw it back. Nin caught it and then swung round abruptly to fling it at Ivonna, who had put away her book to join in the game.
Leion glanced at Viyony. Her lips quivered treacherously, but she stared hard out towards the sea and didn't laugh. He was about to take her arm to draw her back towards him, the children, and the ruins, but when he reached out his hand, the sky seemed to darken in an impossible instant. He halted, craning his neck upwards at the clouds above in baffled dismay.
"You agreed," said a voice behind him. It was a voice that he hadn't heard for seven years, but the sound immediately rooted him to the spot. A shiver went down his spine. "Too late to back out now."
Leion turned slowly, and saw Atino Barra there on the cliff edge, silhouetted against a livid, thunderous sky, a little older than he remembered but with the same old insouciance in his stance. Somehow, Leion, as in a dream, seemed to know what he was talking about. His gut twisted, but he merely shrugged in response. Atino wanted Leion to do something he didn't want to, some sort of underhand business, maybe smuggling, but which he would go through with for Atino, regardless of the sense of shame that flooded him. It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last. Leion put a hand up to his shoulder and felt the outline of a circular Sea Watch badge pinned to his shirt.
Then Atino and the storm evaporated like the morning mist, and Leion was left facing Viyony, her head tilted, frowning at him. "... Leion?" she said, her voice breaking in on him at the tail end of what she was saying, as if he had emerged from underwater.
"I saw -" He caught himself, and shrugged it off. "Never mind. Come and play ball."
Viyony's expression didn't clear, but she gave a slight laugh. "A dangerous game," she murmured as she neared him, gesturing towards his nose.
"I'll live," said Leion, rubbing the injured article again. "But we can't leave Nin unattended and unamused or she'll have the last remnant of the shrine down before we know it. Probably throw pieces of it at me, too."
He took one last look around him, though, trying to shake off the sensation of both inner and outer storms from the vision—if that was what it had been—and remembered that last time he'd come up here to the shrine, he'd seen the same inexplicable, unreal storm, only more briefly and without the addition of Atino. He'd been with Eollan Barra then, seeking visions in the lightstone, and he'd blamed it on that, but this time he hadn't even touched the remaining lightstone embedded in the ruins and Eollan was locked up back in the city.
He raised his head. The dark clouds had been entirely imaginary—the sun had never stopped blazing down out of an aggressively blue sky. If a storm was on its way, it wasn't arriving today. For now, he only had to deal with corralling three niblings—and the imminent prospect of losing Viyony. Not that he'd ever had her to lose exactly, but the thought of never seeing her again -
"Leion?" Viyony waved him over to join the game.
He shook himself, giving a laugh to cover his abstraction, and then ran to grab the ball from Leily. Best not to think too much about any of it now. He could do that once he was back home, alone.
Later, they were all sitting on a blanket on the beach, the basket beside them emptied of its treasures. Ivonna had her knees tucked into her chest, reading, her book in one hand while with the other she tugged abstractedly on a strand of hair. Nin and Leily were lying on their front, half on and half off the edge of the rug, engaged in a muted argument as they tried to divide a handful of grapes between them. Viyony, sat next to Leion, leant over and nudged his shoulder. "What was wrong with you earlier?"
Leion turned his head to look at her, and something clenched at his heart. This couldn't truly be their last outing, could it? They should have so many more chances to do this kind of thing—or they should at least have gone out together like this far more often. He shuffled nearer to her, watching as the wind teased with strands of her hair in the most tantalising way. He wanted to reach out and smooth one back -
"You greedy globbin!" screeched Nin from behind them, but even as the two adults turned, Leily laughed and opened her palm to reveal the final red grape still there, uneaten, before she lobbed it at her younger sister. Nin subsided instantly in favour of stuffing it into her mouth.
"Globbin?" Viyony raised an eyebrow at Leion.
"One of the untransformed sea creatures." Leion paused. He gestured vaguely with his hand at a height. "Large. Orange-ish. Swallows everything in sight as it glugs along under the water. Properly some long West Korphilian name, but it's globbin to the rest of us."
She nodded. "Thanks. But, Leion, before, up there on the cliff—you said you saw something. Not Imoren's ship?"
"Nothing as dreadful as that," he snapped. He glanced down, not having meant to be so sharp. The feelings the odd vision had brought with it washed through him again, leaving wine red dregs of shame. The other Leion despised himself so badly, this Leion could taste it, sour on the tongue. "You remember the lightwood book? And whatever it was you saw in the High Chamber corridor. I had another weird moment like that—this time the same as the dreams I had when we were at Kalna. I was in the Sea Watch and—oh, it doesn't matter. It wasn't real. Just disturbing."
Viyony kept one eye on Nin and Leily as they got up and headed down to the sea, making their way gingerly over a stretch of shingle and rock. "That can't be good."
"What do you think it means? It's not the past and it can't be the future, either. Nobody would have me in the Sea Watch, even in the highly unlikely event that I took it into my head to join."
"I don't know. None of it makes sense. They're not like my dreams, either—but even if they were, you don't have true dreams, so that wouldn't explain anything." She pulled off her shoes, while Leion hastily looked away, and then she got up and brushed crumbs off her trousers. "Maybe we should ask Imai Nivyrn."
"I don't know if he's still here—although I think he'd tell me to write a letter to Starfall for help instead. Not sure I want to do that."
Viyony wrinkled her nose. "So lazy."
"Pragmatic. More trouble than it could possibly be worth, and any reply would take far too long to get here."
Viyony hesitated on the verge of moving away to join the two girls. "Oh, by the way, I wanted to ask you something too—your advice, I suppose."
"Oh?"
She nodded. "I had a letter from Kadia."
"Burn it," said Leion instantly. "Literally. Or whatever method of disposal you prefer. You don't have to listen to anything she has to say."
"She invited me to meet her again, at the same restaurant as before. She said she owed me an explanation and another apology and promised not to harm me."
Leion met her gaze. "Oh, well, that's all right then."
"I'm not going to go, don't worry," Viyony assured him, and he relaxed into a slight smile. "Just—what do you think she wants? Why would she even think it worth trying?"
He shrugged, and stared at the waves, rolling onto the shore. "I find it's best not to waste any time thinking about Kadia Barra."
"Yes, but she must have a reason," said Viyony. "Nothing she does makes any sense, but I'm sure it does to her, and that worries me."
"Burn it," Leion repeated. "Now, come on—we can't get all the way down here and not at least wet our feet!"
Leion poked Ivonna until she put down her book, and then he hauled her onto her feet. The three of them hurried down to the water's edge to join Leily and Nin splashing in and out of the waves, as if none of them had a care in the world. He didn't say anything foolish, even when Viyony's gaze strayed towards the ships waiting at the Callamouth from time to time between responding to Nin's chatter and helping Ivonna roll up her trousers. Leion grimaced at the unwelcome reminder. He tried to think of something more optimistic—maybe Imoren, when he finally arrived, would turn out to have come to his senses during his time apart from Viyony, and decide to call the whole thing off.
It was a pretty flimsy straw to clutch at, but Leion wasn't quite ready to let go of all hope yet.
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That rules out surprisingly little in the complications of space-time, no fear.
(Yay, new Starfall! Yay, hearing from you!)
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Psst! Beta note: He halted halfway over to idle admire the curve of her cheek,
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