[ She exhales a short laugh. ] Or a giant nightlight. [ In a moths-to-a-flame sort of deal.
Her gaze lowers from the light perched upon his head to meet his gaze, and she smiles at him as she sees the lights hovering above her own head as they appear to dance in his eyes. Why must he always be so beautiful? In night or day, morning or evening. ]
Although... I think you'd be the brightest light of them all.
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Her gaze lowers from the light perched upon his head to meet his gaze, and she smiles at him as she sees the lights hovering above her own head as they appear to dance in his eyes. Why must he always be so beautiful? In night or day, morning or evening. ]
Although... I think you'd be the brightest light of them all.