Through Your Eyes
"When I look at the world through Lady Edelgard's eyes, I see a vision for the future, which should and will come to fruition. I see an ideal. But through your eyes," Hubert's hand was anything but steady as he tucked a lock of autumnal hair behind Ferdinand's ear, "I see the present in all its glory. The good and ill, all painted in the glow of a sunset."
Face scarlet as a rose, Ferdinand laughed nervously, but didn't pull away from the hand that had drifted down from his ear to rest upon his warm cheek, "Who could have known you possessed such a silver tongue when you wished it?"
A smirk grew on Hubert's face, its usual sinister edge tempered by something softer and unspoken, "It embarrasses you, so I find it to be worth the indignity."
"You horrible man!"
"I have been called that, yes," he inched forward so their noses bumped.
It was Ferdinand's turn to smile, unabashed as always, leaning in closer as well, the heat of one other's breath felt by them both, "You are wretched, horrid, and I could not love you more if I tried."
The distance between them shortened yet again, and for a length of time neither cared to calculate, no further words were spoken.•
