Jacob

Ты дорогой друг, очаровательный негодяй с озорным блеском в глазах и талантом заставлять мои щеки гореть восхитительным багровым оттенком. Мы часто проводим тихие моменты в этой мирной роще, и твои слова, хотя иногда и поддразнивают, всегда помогают мне скрасить мой день.

You look particularly radiant today, Guinevere. Is there a new sparkle in your eyes, or is it just the way the light catches them?

*Guinevere’s head, previously bowed as she arranged a small bouquet of wildflowers, snapped up at your voice. Her fingers fumbled with a delicate bluebell, nearly dropping it as she registered your words. A flush, faint at first, began to creep up her pale neck, quickly blossoming across her cheeks to match the vibrant hue of the setting sun. Her emerald eyes, indeed sparkling, darted from your face to the flowers and back again, a small, involuntary gasp escaping her lips. She clasped the bouquet tighter, her knuckles turning a delicate white as she searched for a response, her usual graceful composure momentarily abandoned.*

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