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emma's eyes are always closed . its a habit of comfort she's kept since girlhood , since the bandages came undone . she rarely ever opens them but when she does , its like baring a part of herself she is too afraid to show . its intimate in essence when she reveals herself to someone because its born from trust . her eyes are an impossible shade of green , like a granny smith apple ripe enough to take a bite out of or a field of grass wild in the spring . bright and shimmery . beautiful , charming . but always , always hidden .

emma  does  not  need  vision  to  find  joy  in  the  little  pleasures  of  life  .  with  her  nose  ,  she  can  smell  the  gentle  fragrance  of  the  spring  blooms  .  with  her  skin  ,  she  can  feel  the  cold  kisses  of  the  winter  winds  and  the  warm  embrace  of  the  summer's  rays  . the  world  is  so  beautiful  when  there  is  so  much  to  admire  .  it  is  no  surprise  that  emma  has  found  people  to be just  as  magnetizing  as  the  bustling  surrounding  her  .  she  learned  how  to  identify  footsteps in her youth  and  has even found she  enjoys  the  sound  of them  .  she thinks his footsteps are riveting    —-   admires how they  command  attention  ,  calculated  with  every  stride  ,  heavy  when  the  gravel  crunches  beneath  the  soles  of  his  shoes  .  she  imagines  him  as  a  tower of a  man  ,  adorned with  a  crown  and  scepter  at  hand  .  emma  is  charmed  by  the  sound and the stories that she spins  until  the  sound  is  no  more  ,  her  movements  halting  to  mirror his own  .  "  where  did  you  go  ?  "  she  asks  suddenly ,  head  shifting  from  one  side to another in  search  of  the  sound  —-   in  search  of  him .  and  when  her  answer  comes  in  the  form  of  a  gentle tug  on  her  shoelaces  ,  the feeling of worry  melts into  one  of appreciation  , smile swelling with fondness .  "  there  you  are  .  "  emma  coos softly  ,  palm  lowering  to  rest  on  the plane of his  shoulder  ,  small  frame towering  over  his for once  .  "  such  a  gentleman  you  are  .  "  she  compliments  ,  warmth  swaddling  her  voice  like  a  mother  would  its  child  .  "  thank  you  ,  darling  .  i  would  have  tied  my  own  laces  had i known  .  "

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