[ Were she to say any of those things out loud, he'd tell her she's wrong. He is no legend, he is just a boy. A boy with a gift he doesn't feel he deserves and with so much left to prove, even long after his death.
If anything, he doesn't deserve her.
But deserving or not, they've landed in each other's lap, and he cannot help the way his heart thunders in his chest as, spurred by that small bit of acknowledgement, he leans over to brush his lips against hers. ]
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If anything, he doesn't deserve her.
But deserving or not, they've landed in each other's lap, and he cannot help the way his heart thunders in his chest as, spurred by that small bit of acknowledgement, he leans over to brush his lips against hers. ]