did you fall from heaven just for me?

He eats hungrily, like he's been one to worry about where his next meal comes from. Her gaze is a bit worried as she watches him, as she eats too. She'd have to send him with leftovers. Send him, but then, she didn't want to send him at all. For someone so used to her solitude, she doesn't mind sharing it with him. Wilder had been the only reprieve in that whole ballroom, after all.

Meadow is mid-chew when he speaks. A heat rising to her cheeks, flustered. It's a feeling she's not used to, a bit like throwing up, actually. For as much as Meadow wanted to dislike it? With Wilder on the other end, she'd allow it. "You made it worth it." The words are quiet, surprising even Meadow when they come. Gaze flickering to his face, heart pounding in her chest. Shoot. Eye contact was hard, but she's finding herself a little frozen. A little dizzy.

Fireflies flickering to life around them, her smile is soft. Ethereal. Meadow's head spun, the evening coming to life further, around them.
"Speech"