"I've never caught a bird in my arms before," Frederick observes, pressing his cheek against hers. "I rather like it."
He reaches up to stroke her hair again, enjoying the silkiness of it more now that he's no longer wearing gloves. "I do hope my nightingale is content to stay and sing her song for me tonight, as long as I let her fly free again tomorrow."
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Date: 2011-01-29 06:47 am (UTC)He reaches up to stroke her hair again, enjoying the silkiness of it more now that he's no longer wearing gloves. "I do hope my nightingale is content to stay and sing her song for me tonight, as long as I let her fly free again tomorrow."