( it's the sound that encourages eyes to flutter up to his features again, watching the way the golden light sits at the apple of his cheeks, makes light lashes nearly transparent. when he does decide to lower his gaze again, he'll find hers, brushed over with an incredible softness, an understanding that's an embedded trait within her character. still, as much as she wants to know, still wants to learn of him, she lingers on the heavy words that fall from plush lips a moment later.

there's a reverence hidden within them, a sincerity that causes pulse within her chest to give a stuttered thump. edge of her mouth only manages to twitch upward, though it's only for a moment, drawing lower brim into the catch of her teeth. ) I didn't either. I still wonder the whole wish thing is too good to be true. ( a shake of her head, a stolen breath, limbs naturally adjusting to the next song in queue, still just as lulling. )

But I feel better knowing I'll still leave with something. Someone.