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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;.
Multiverse: AU-crossovers-Book canon- Movie verse.

kingoftheravens:

    Still Loki gazed off into their surroundings, that finger still twirling the same auburn lock of hair which occasionally he’d untwirl and rub between his middle and forefinger idly. It was not until he felt her gentle lips on his forehead that he dared to return his attention to her. Reluctantly, he unlaced their connected hands, withdrawing his away, and pulled himself upright into a sitting position, though not fully; he stopped when his eyes were level with hers, eyes that had returned to their usual green hue, and after staring at her for a few long moments, he finally leaned forward and pressed their lips together. It was a brief kiss, maybe only a couple seconds long, but to him it felt like much longer. Her soft lips meshed against his own, the hand that had been playing with her hair sliding up to gently cup her jaw, to him it was almost magical, even if his heart was fluttering nervously in his chest. When he finally pulled away, he opened his eyes to stare at her again, an unreadable expression in his gaze mixed in with something that could pass for gentle affection. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, but whether his apology was directed at her loss—or losses—or to the fact he’d kissed her without warning remained a mystery. With that, he turned his attention away and trailed his fingers over one of the braids she had placed into his hair as a means of distracting himself.

It was easy not thinking of the past, disregarding the future and planting oneself in today. It was all she needed to do, it was all she could defend. It was all she needed to hold on to if the world should end. But in her imagination, she danced in a world stranger than fiction, under a broken, starlight sky. And occasionally, bright stars would fall and grace her with company before burning out and fading; and he, Loki, felt like that to her. Though she sincrely wished him to linger and remain with her; and he was, in the present. There would be nothing she would need to pretend with him, the sky was luminous.

Gentle hands slipped from her own, and the weight of his form in her lap shifted and left. Her head shifted in curiosity as malachite eyes moved to be eye level with her own emerald eyes. She felt as though they were studying one another, reading, watching and listening to the other in silence and she did not feign a smile, nor a frown, but simply, she silently spoke with her hands curled upon her lap.

Emerald eyes closed to simply feel; the gentle warmth of his lips, the delicate hold of her chin - as if he almost considered her soft. But the moment was fleeting, where her mind fired off shots, he pulled away before she could cope a reaction of her own. Leaving her with a muddled mixture of Saudade and wanting. It was as if he understood; that his tender kiss and soft spoken apology was him, offering condolences and an intimate understanding.  Tauriel concluded, as she leaned forward, bringing her hand to gently grasp Loki’s cheek and and jaw so that he looked to her once more, With so many things she felt and with words she could not align, she settled to reflect in her eyes what she could not discern in words; Love, whether platonic or intimate, she found she truly cared for the wayfaring stranger whom she knew little about.

“Do not be,” her melodious voice as soft as the wind, too fretful to break the moment. A thumb coming to timidly fall against the center of his bottom lip, In a quick moment she embraced him flush against her form, her lips against his.