He might even grow it back out for her. Perhaps shave the scraggly beard he'd begun sporting in recent decades. He'd...probably do almost anything for her. And trusted she wouldn't abuse her power.
France kept them going until they reached his city residence, and led her up the stairs to the townhouse, then on inside. Where he simply stood back and watched her face when she'd see all the subtle signs of their home in Valinor mixed in with paintings and furniture that were pure French.
He had so many questions, but none of them mattered just then.
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Date: 2015-03-19 08:14 am (UTC)France kept them going until they reached his city residence, and led her up the stairs to the townhouse, then on inside. Where he simply stood back and watched her face when she'd see all the subtle signs of their home in Valinor mixed in with paintings and furniture that were pure French.
He had so many questions, but none of them mattered just then.