#dalmiran

a little further away from the festivities, in a little alcove of shadow and dancing light, daejun found the courage to hold her hand. it was not the first time and he certainly hoped – despite his shaking, slightly-sweaty palms – that it would not be the last. she made him nervous, the same way the idea that he might one day learn the secrets of the universe made him nervous, the same way her smiling at him for doing something to be proud of made him nervous – all in a good way. he wondered if his heartbeat could be felt through his palms, and if that was why it almost felt as warm as his face, even though she mentioned so clearly that they were not. “that’s because you have not been holding them all night, miran,” he tells her, too flustered to look at her tonight. she was more stunning than ever. every day she was more beautiful – a flower constantly in bloom. instead he focused on leading her into a corner, the music still ringing through the night and the lights still reaching through the spaces around them, and stopped under a tree where they may hide should any intruding sound be heard. “now, i think, they’ll be warm,” he continued, cupping her hand with both of his own, and kissing the tips of her fingers, “if i just do this for a few seconds more.”