[Her amusement fades into surprise when she's pulled to him, her lashes fanning wide as she twirls until she crashes against him, hands immediately going into his. With each word, her cheeks grow a little pinker, a little warmer, her eyes a little brighter as if he places the stars in them himself, and they may be glistening with the start of joyful tears held back.
There's a silence that follows, though not because she doesn't have an answer. Simply because she cannot find the right words to convey what it is she wants to say when she feels like not even the most enthusiastic strings of yes could do the trick.
Instead...
She looks to his hand in hers and slips it away, only so that she can remove her mitten and proceed to take his glove off, tugging it away one finger at time. When it's finally free, she runs her fingers over his wedding ring, brushing over the soft metal with a soft smile, watching as it shimmers gently in the light.]
I would.
[A simple answer, but it bears the weight of everything else.]
I'd marry you a hundred times... and then a hundred more after that, if I could.
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There's a silence that follows, though not because she doesn't have an answer. Simply because she cannot find the right words to convey what it is she wants to say when she feels like not even the most enthusiastic strings of yes could do the trick.
Instead...
She looks to his hand in hers and slips it away, only so that she can remove her mitten and proceed to take his glove off, tugging it away one finger at time. When it's finally free, she runs her fingers over his wedding ring, brushing over the soft metal with a soft smile, watching as it shimmers gently in the light.]
I would.
[A simple answer, but it bears the weight of everything else.]
I'd marry you a hundred times... and then a hundred more after that, if I could.