Eowyn gladly submits to the demanding kiss he presses to her mouth, lets her lips part and her tongue wind against his, her eyes fluttering closed. His mouth is hot against hers, and she can taste the lingering remnants of wine from their wedding feast, on his tongue. It is intoxicating, makes her heart thunder like an army in full gallop, her breathing catch and shake. When he pulls away, she is panting a little, flushed and dark-eyed.
At his words, it is her turn to laugh, and though it is a little unsteady, still it is a proud laugh, as one might meet a challenge.
"I fear nothing," she tells him, and in her voice is the ghost of the woman she was, the lady high and terrible who had stood unhelmed on the battlefield. That same bravado is in her voice, though now it rings with humour and not grief, as she looks up at him with a challenge in her eyes. He said he loves her spirit, and here it is, laid bare in her expression: her stubbornness and pride, her hot-blooded wildness, and most of all, her desire. "I know what it is I wish for, Faramir. I wish to be your wife, and to know you in all ways. And if you overwhelm me..."
She is a maid, but she is not an innocent. There is a gleam in her eye both challenging and knowing, a teasing angle to the curl of her lips. She tosses her head, shaking her hair back, and turns her face up to his.
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Date: 2018-05-04 11:15 pm (UTC)At his words, it is her turn to laugh, and though it is a little unsteady, still it is a proud laugh, as one might meet a challenge.
"I fear nothing," she tells him, and in her voice is the ghost of the woman she was, the lady high and terrible who had stood unhelmed on the battlefield. That same bravado is in her voice, though now it rings with humour and not grief, as she looks up at him with a challenge in her eyes. He said he loves her spirit, and here it is, laid bare in her expression: her stubbornness and pride, her hot-blooded wildness, and most of all, her desire. "I know what it is I wish for, Faramir. I wish to be your wife, and to know you in all ways. And if you overwhelm me..."
She is a maid, but she is not an innocent. There is a gleam in her eye both challenging and knowing, a teasing angle to the curl of her lips. She tosses her head, shaking her hair back, and turns her face up to his.
"...Well, then, so much the better."