In the morning light, her eyes are the green blue of the ocean, and the Mona Lisa smirk she usually gives can be called a proper smile. One hand rests on his cheek and she beckons him down for a kiss.
"Lyubimaya." She murmurs the word against his lips.
My beloved. The part of her that needs no translation field whispers across his thoughts.
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Date: 2010-11-24 06:43 am (UTC)"Lyubimaya." She murmurs the word against his lips.
My beloved. The part of her that needs no translation field whispers across his thoughts.