But any indignation melts under the soft press of Rosie's lips, one that Sabrina chases for just another moment. "Yeah," she agrees, her whole self gentling just a little, "I don't think I could deny that one. I wouldn't want to, anyway." Her dark eyes linger on Rosie's features, as if she's deciding whether to say it. "Would you believe me if I say that in trying to look at it from the outside, I think that whether I understood or not, or whether there was a reason for me to understand, I would still fall at least a little in love with you, each time?"
With the lights just far enough away, they're cocooned in twilight, safe and soft-- at least, that's what her senses tell her.
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But any indignation melts under the soft press of Rosie's lips, one that Sabrina chases for just another moment. "Yeah," she agrees, her whole self gentling just a little, "I don't think I could deny that one. I wouldn't want to, anyway." Her dark eyes linger on Rosie's features, as if she's deciding whether to say it. "Would you believe me if I say that in trying to look at it from the outside, I think that whether I understood or not, or whether there was a reason for me to understand, I would still fall at least a little in love with you, each time?"
With the lights just far enough away, they're cocooned in twilight, safe and soft-- at least, that's what her senses tell her.