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#((and for a moment nicholas has a flash of recognition: he doesn't know WHERE he's seen this strange man before))
theheadlessgroom · 3 years
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“Not I,” he chuckled-the idea of actually being with Emily had long seemed like a pipe dream, some sort of fantastical notion that he could only dream about. He would have to contend with daydreams, never once imagining that, one day, they would be courting, even if it was in secret. He certainly never imagined that Emily reciprocated his feelings, and had long thought he’d only have to dream that she did. Now, here she was, in his arms, dancing joyfully with him around the living room.
“But surely someone did,” he added-surely someone out there had to have been pulling the strings of fate that brought them together the way they did. His father used to tell him stories of Aengus Óg, the Celtic god who could invoke love in others, and whose head was always encircled by four small birds-they always looked like doves to Randall, personally, in all the illustrations that he’d seen, as he explained to Emily as they danced.
“Did you see any doves the day you came to the haberdashery?” he asked her with a small smile-perhaps, if so, it could be taken as a sign that Aengus Óg was at work. It was a little bit of a silly notion, true, but one that still made Randall smile boyishly, wanting to entertain the idea.
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