Stone Circle silverweave

It was easier than she'd expected to quiet his frantic rambling. For a moment it struck her, how different they were; would that prove a fatal flaw, in time? Ironic, then, that it was his words which had drawn her to him. She needed these silences, but how could she be anything but starry-eyed when he went on about something beautiful, or about himself?
Reverie told herself they would figure it out, they would figure all of it out, and allowed herself to just feel safe and seen for a moment. More than a moment, maybe. She'd never been held quite like this before. He held her as if she was something fragile that might fly away from him at any moment, a pale golden feather on the breeze. Maybe she was; maybe she would. But in this moment, she was only his. She kissed him again, this time only a careful touch of her lips to his jaw. Last time, she thought, she'd been too bold. This time would be different.