"For me?" Valentine asked, taking the paper carefully. His eyes lit up with excitement that she'd given him a gift - but he didn't know what to say in beyond that. He took a deep breath when she got up to head for the counter - relieved that he didn't have to think of anything.
He untied the roll of paper, and opened up the scroll. He stared at it for a long time, then slowly reached out and ran his finger along the words, entranced by what she'd chosen to highlight. In some cases, they were words he would have chosen himself- but in other instances they differed. He kinda liked that, another insight, another interpretation. She'd even inked heavier in some places, and lighter in others.
He swallowed hard against a sudden lump in his throat, then carefully re-rolled the paper so he could tie it up again. Later, at home, in the privacy and semi-darkness of his room, he might unroll it again. But for now, it was almost too much to look at and think about. He tucked it carefully into the pocket of his Christmas-Road-Trip-Coat, and reached into another pocket for a handkerchief to dab at his eyes before she returned. Just the cold, he told himself. The cold making his eyes wet.
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Date: 2009-01-16 01:42 am (UTC)He untied the roll of paper, and opened up the scroll. He stared at it for a long time, then slowly reached out and ran his finger along the words, entranced by what she'd chosen to highlight. In some cases, they were words he would have chosen himself- but in other instances they differed. He kinda liked that, another insight, another interpretation. She'd even inked heavier in some places, and lighter in others.
He swallowed hard against a sudden lump in his throat, then carefully re-rolled the paper so he could tie it up again. Later, at home, in the privacy and semi-darkness of his room, he might unroll it again. But for now, it was almost too much to look at and think about. He tucked it carefully into the pocket of his Christmas-Road-Trip-Coat, and reached into another pocket for a handkerchief to dab at his eyes before she returned. Just the cold, he told himself. The cold making his eyes wet.