"Now I know you're full of it, my darling Percival." She was so stubborn, so unwilling to let others in. She had tried particularly hard to keep him out, most of all. Because she was always drawn to him, always the first to reach for him or make sure he was okay. It wasn't something she thought to do--it was instinctual.
Fondness came quicker than she'd admit, but love? She has no idea when that happened. She's only glad it did.
"You can go easy on the flattery. I already agreed to marry you."
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"Now I know you're full of it, my darling Percival." She was so stubborn, so unwilling to let others in. She had tried particularly hard to keep him out, most of all. Because she was always drawn to him, always the first to reach for him or make sure he was okay. It wasn't something she thought to do--it was instinctual.
Fondness came quicker than she'd admit, but love? She has no idea when that happened. She's only glad it did.
"You can go easy on the flattery. I already agreed to marry you."