His image, her ideals and all the love she had for the man, the statue wasn't as simple a thing as merely looking like Rory, there were layers and depth and processes filled with meaning, some of which she might never articulate, even for him. The Red King was more to Pippa than an attempt to capture Rory's physical likeness, she wanted to cast his spirit and energy, the essence of who and what she believed him to be. Wanted to show him all of the beautiful ways she saw her lover.
Pippa touched her fingertips to his chin, then cheek, traced the shape of his bottom lip before nodding slowly and whispering her reply, "Of course I know, Ro. How could I not?"
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Date: 2009-08-31 12:51 am (UTC)Pippa touched her fingertips to his chin, then cheek, traced the shape of his bottom lip before nodding slowly and whispering her reply, "Of course I know, Ro. How could I not?"