Lucien takes Elain to see the tulip fields
"You can open your eyes now, lady." the red haired fae whispered, a hint of a smile in his tone, his arms still lingering on hers.
And when she did, a multitude of colours exploded in front of her, and all Elain could do was gasp in awe and look around, trying to take in each petal. The tulip fields.
"Your father... He told me he wanted to take you here one day. He knew how much you wished to see it." Lucien's voice was warm and attentive, carrying a hint of mourning in it, his death still aching both their souls.
But the lovely female wondering among the rows of tulips, tears glistening on her rosy cheeks, her mouth still agape from surprise, erased that feeling completely, leaving only affection to settle in. She let her fingers brush over each bulb, some of them still a little shy, reluctant to bloom. And Lucien had to blink a few times as some of them opened in her presence. Gods, if beauty were time, she’d be eternity.
"Thank you!" her breathy feminine voice caught his attention, realizing Elain was in front of him again, placing a little flower behind his pointed ear. And his poor heart might have galloped when her full lips left a soft kiss on his freckled cheek, where his scar was. "Thank you!" she said again in a sweet murmur, her teary eyes searching for his. And her radiant smile did something to him, the flowers in the back a mere joke in comparison.
Never had he seen her look so happy before, so content. And he smiled too, taking her hands in his and gazing over the orizon, the sun warming their faces.
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𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷,
𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓽𝓾𝓵𝓲𝓹, 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝔂 𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽, 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓘’𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓽.
𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷,
𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂, 𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼, 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓵𝓲𝓹 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮, 𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽. 𝓘 𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓘 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭, 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓸𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓷.
Inspired by Dear Lucien, Dear Elain: An Epistolary Fic by @crazy-ache and @zenkindoflove
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