[She hums a little, basking in the warmth of his grin —
(how natural it is for him now, to see him grin, to see that flash of his teeth glimmering behind lips pulled back in delight when he'd looked so sad when she'd met him, his face filthy, his chest a mess of blood and tattered skin, how he'd wept so much from his sadness and his isolation and even when she'd run back to him he'd been so shattered, so fractured, and now look at him, look at him soaking in the sunlight and wearing a smile that comes so easily to his face)
— and lets it draw out one of her own, the edges of her mouth turning up in his infectious mirth.]
I have a few ideas myself, but I want to hear yours.
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[She hums a little, basking in the warmth of his grin —
(how natural it is for him now, to see him grin, to see that flash of his teeth glimmering behind lips pulled back in delight when he'd looked so sad when she'd met him, his face filthy, his chest a mess of blood and tattered skin, how he'd wept so much from his sadness and his isolation and even when she'd run back to him he'd been so shattered, so fractured, and now look at him, look at him soaking in the sunlight and wearing a smile that comes so easily to his face)
— and lets it draw out one of her own, the edges of her mouth turning up in his infectious mirth.]
I have a few ideas myself, but I want to hear yours.