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his alabaster form would not move, twitch, or sway. he was wholeheartedly lost within those burning, molten gems. he felt as if he could crawl his way in to be cradled and loved, swarmed by loving swathes of solar bliss. but slowly, piece by piece, his bliss fell apart. her gentle gaze turned to a concerning sorrow once more. every fiber in his bones felt alarmed. what had he done now, to deter this beautiful woman? she would stutter and turn away before lowering to her belly and covering her eyes. the nordic man would lean forward, tears welling within his own ill-matched pools at the sound of her broken, crestfallen tones. he too would drop to his stomach, crawling forward along the cooled ground and feeling the tips of their hairs entwine down his ribs. he did not want to put too much distance, concerned she would take it as an insult. but in the same manner, he did not want to push her boundaries. so he would curl his neck, tilting that finely crafted crown toward the woman's own and allowed a benevolent coo to slip from his tongue. no, shh, you did nothing of the sort. please, may i see your pleasant smile?