💏 // some aquarella ma'am
the end of the night comes far too quick , she finds , drawn harshly from comfortable reverie by the tolling bell . she’s been here for hours now , revelling in the peace , the ever calming atmosphere of the castle of dreams ( it’s a place she is so oft drawn to , one of familiarity && warmth , solace amidst situations so complicated . ) leaving is always the worst , tearing herself away from a place steadily becoming a second home / from a person who has grown so irrevocably dear — && despite the desire ( overwhelming , overwhelming — ) she knows the words must at some point find the air .
her hand has long since rested atop cinderella’s , a gesture as comfortable as it is tender ; they sit close , knees brushing , && she feels more than simply at peace . she remembers fondly soft laughter , bright smiles , a shine to blue eyes ( && how many times has she found herself entranced ? it’s as though a spell has been cast . she wouldn’t have it any other way . ) her movements are slow , relaxed , laden with such fondness — she weaves their fingers together && shifts closer , soft hum on her lips .
there’s an urge to be bold , one that rises in the beat of silence , a lull in conversation && connection . she’s happy where she is , more than simply content . despite it all , a moment of thought brings the idea , one that proves far too compelling ; newfound closeness is a blessing , && she acts with startling confidence / lacking hesitation . free hand rises , fingertips brushing softly against cinderella’s cheek , a feather - light touch , gentle guide — she leans forward , presses a gentle kiss to the corner of soft lips ( && she cannot help the way she lingers , a silent count of one , two , three — )
she draws back , yet does not stray far , corners of her lips drawn upwards — voice barely above a murmur ( there is little need for anything more , after all ) when finally she speaks , fondness lacing her tone mirroring that which rests in her expression . ❛ i had a wonderful night . ❜ but isn’t it always ? the thought lingers , feeds from that bravery , despite how her voice quietens with soft sincerity . ❛ you make the time i spend here wonderful . thank you . ❜
# 3 , as a goodbye / / / @theirwarmth