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Sharkarn Propaganda

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“You can’t look at me like that and expect me to think straight.” (Solomon)

Her breathing stops for a second as if stolen by the words spoken by Solomon. Only a second, but it's enough to make her blink finally. It felt as if she's been a cat, slowly blinking at the wizard as he continued to read his book. Comfort is what surrounds them, making this moment feel so much warmer than ever. Her adoration so obvious and raw, unhidden in the way she continues to have that soft yet small smile on her face. Is it not joyful to have someone you love so close by your side? It must be the magic of love everyone spoke of, even her parents who often mentioned how they can get lost in each other. Sokolova knows their 'puppy love' has passed long ago, now what's left are choices and personal appreciations and devoted loyalty. A mature love where every moment is treasured because their lives have not been common, never normal.

Her expression is schooled back to the same relaxation after blinking the initial surprise away. He sounds almost shy, almost. If she didn't know better. Can he blame her when his concentrated expression looks so handsome and she'd rather spend time looking at him rather than going back to sleep. Her heart beats in her chest in response to the love running through her veins, allowing each cell on her body be filled with such untamed and true love. Can he blame her when every second with him feels priceless? No matter how long they have, no matter if they are doing anything or doing nothing, no matter if they say anything. He alone is enough, a man she loves and a man she treasures.

"I haven't even said anything to interrupt you," she laughs with eyes closed, comfortable under their shared blanket. "You look a painting from an art gallery when you're reading. Peace suits you."

Confessions can be done in countless of ways, and this is one of them. Peace suits him like blooms suit gardens — it's natural. He needs to do nothing to capture her attention, to have her love, and to keep her eyes on him. Like a free wind, he can go anywhere he wants but he chooses to be here with her today and it matters. It means everything. Especially with the history laid behind them and still to be reached ahead of them. Zarina hopes Barbatos sees their future as a long one, as long as a human lifespan can allow her. Even better, if her dearest wish will come true.

"Just concentrate on the book," poking his side with her finger, lips curl into a teasing smile. Some people enjoy bird watching, but she enjoys Solomon watching in his natural habitat of learning. His chase of knowledge and curiosity will never lose their charm, reminding of the endless potential existing within him and humanity as a whole. "You're smiling. You like it when I watch you."

So continue. I will burn this image of peace into my heart, my soul, my existence.