[ With his hands there to guide her, Ophilia winds the key. Inside, something clicks and whirrs to life, and though the snowscape remains frozen still, she watches intently in fear she might miss something if she doesn’t.
The music box chimes just as she turns to look to Eren, commanding her attention back immediately. It plucks note after gentle note to a tune she’s never heard before. All the same, it sounds like home—like how a snowflake should twinkle when the light catches on it just right.
When the song ends, it does mid-bar on an awkward step between notes. She hates that it’s over. Her heart aches, fit to burst with a riotous spectrum of feeling—of sadness, of longing, of happiness and delight. How best can she put that to voice? ]
Oh, but it’s…
[ It’s so many things. It’s wonderful, beautiful, entirely unlike anything she’s ever seen or heard, and… ]
It’s magical. Truly.
[ And in the warm circle of his arms, it’s mesmerizing. ]
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The music box chimes just as she turns to look to Eren, commanding her attention back immediately. It plucks note after gentle note to a tune she’s never heard before. All the same, it sounds like home—like how a snowflake should twinkle when the light catches on it just right.
When the song ends, it does mid-bar on an awkward step between notes. She hates that it’s over. Her heart aches, fit to burst with a riotous spectrum of feeling—of sadness, of longing, of happiness and delight. How best can she put that to voice? ]
Oh, but it’s…
[ It’s so many things. It’s wonderful, beautiful, entirely unlike anything she’s ever seen or heard, and… ]
It’s magical. Truly.
[ And in the warm circle of his arms, it’s mesmerizing. ]
Thank you, Eren.