Fin knew the voice, but as he turned to look at her he realized he'd never actually laid eyes on Sunny. He'd been frowning to himself, troubled by Phil's words, but as he laid eyes on her that frown faded, and he found himself smiling.
"Yes," he said, nodding his head once and coming to a stop. "Oh, Sunny- How lovely to see your face. To really see it," he said, his voice soft and low, but full of the passion that tended to be reserved for the stage and the words he wrote.
"You're beautiful. Not that it matters, not that- Not that it changes anything, but- You're lovely. As lovely as I already knew your soul to be."
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Date: 2015-11-11 07:27 pm (UTC)"Yes," he said, nodding his head once and coming to a stop. "Oh, Sunny- How lovely to see your face. To really see it," he said, his voice soft and low, but full of the passion that tended to be reserved for the stage and the words he wrote.
"You're beautiful. Not that it matters, not that- Not that it changes anything, but- You're lovely. As lovely as I already knew your soul to be."