#them !!!!!!!!!!!!

            some things come naturally. others have to be learned.

       when she’d first met raphael, he was nothing like the ever gallant knights that she’d read about in stories or like her brother. he was a country boy  —  rough around the edges in mannerisms, but sweet and charming in his own way all the same. she’s watched him grow, however.  time can do wonders, and it certainly did in his case. he was still, well…raphael, of course. but he carried himself with a more dignified air these days. coming from a family of knights herself it was easy to see it in even the smallest things.

       including then gentle way he brings her hand up to his face to brush the back of her knuckles with his lips. his lips are warm and comforting, almost as though the sun itself was kissing the ethereal, pale surface of the moon. the corners of her lips twitch slightly, forming a smile that held all the adoration in the world within it’s grasp.

       “  my oh my  — whatever have i done to earn such a greeting from a handsome knight like yourself, i wonder?  ”  she’s teasing. except for the knight bit, of course. to her, he’s the world’s greatest knight. valiant and strong, a kind and reliable protector through and through. he needn’t prove himself with such silly  (  but not unappreciated  )  gestures.