It was a word with no meaning to the creature whose gaze met his. She stared down at him, his judge and his ravisher, appalling as the eagle whod feasted every day on Prometheuss liver, and he as powerless as that Titan, chained to the rock, rent open, his darkest, most unspeakable secrets laid bare to her view. Her eyes hardened. Her lips pressed tight. She leaned an inch nearer. I love you, she breathed, just loud enough for him to hear. That seems fairly romantic to me; even a grand romantic gesture. But it isnt a filmic gesture. There isnt an audience, and while theres a performance get women of sorts, there isnt anything to see, in the way that you can see cue cards or a dash through airport security.
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