"Gavín," Galadriel's smile faltered with fondness and her weary heart clenched in her chest. She took his face, carefully, in both of her hands and smoothed her thumbs across the sweeping rise of his cheekbones. Her pale skin looked impossible and delicate against his own, like she was just some lingering specter, waiting to burst apart ere the wind whistled through the keep too strongly. Perhaps she was.
"I would not imagine, for even a moment, that you were anyone but yourself," she assured him quietly and tried not to let her gaze linger on her own hands. "I do long for these things, I will not deny it, but in this moment...in this grief, it is you that I reach for."
"You are my friend and dear to me, even if you are not convinced of it. I beg you, do not mistake my sorrow for disregard."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
"I would not imagine, for even a moment, that you were anyone but yourself," she assured him quietly and tried not to let her gaze linger on her own hands. "I do long for these things, I will not deny it, but in this moment...in this grief, it is you that I reach for."
"You are my friend and dear to me, even if you are not convinced of it. I beg you, do not mistake my sorrow for disregard."