The maven would raise the handkerchief to her amber eyes, which would close as she rubbed at the corners of them, her cheeks only reddening further.
Oh, how embarrassing to cry infront of the grand general of Noxus! She wanted to kick herself, as she continued to struggle holding back her tears. What’s the use of crying over the past?
The act of kindness, however, had only made it even more difficult for her.
She would lower the handkerchief from her eyes, and try handing it back to the general, though her eyes appeared moist and her pouted bottom lip quivered.
Swain softly caressed her left cheek, making her gaze direct upon him. His eyes locked on her, he spoke with concern, on a soft, honeyed voice, to soothe down the crying Maven in front of him.
Muteness or not, you have been graced with such skill that, sometimes, words aren’t even necessary. That, coupled with a kind and loving soul, and a beatous figure, is more than enough charm on a lady…
He smiles, faintly, from beneath his scarf, while still looking at her eyes.
Please…hold your tears. They do not fit the face of an angel.
Her eyes would stay fixated on his, her’s slightly reddened as tears continued to well up in the corners of her eyes.
She’d lean her head against his hand, blinking much too fast as she would bite her bottom lip. Though, her eyes would close as a single tear would run down her cheek, and the maven’s expression only grew more pained as she would raise both of her hands to cover her face, as tears would continue to pour down her softened features.
And yet, despite the fact that woman should be bawling, she stayed as quiet as can be, only sniffling can be heard as she covered her face with her hands.