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[color=lightgray][color=#6C72C6]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=#6C72C6]Location:[/color] The Ball
[color=#6C72C6]Interactions:[/color] [@Remram] Nolan
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[color=#6C72C6]“Literally never [i]ever[/i] had my taste questioned,”[/color] Marina confirmed promptly, giggling with him.

Then Nolan asked that question, and Marina tilted her head.

Even when he seemed to regret it almost at once, she was already too busy deciding exactly what she wanted to say. Her smile softened.

[color=#6C72C6]“When I look at you…”[/color] she began, quietly. Her eyes moved over his face with open thoughtfulness, as if she were studying him. [color=#6C72C6]“I see someone kind. ... But not the sort of kind people mistake for being harmless.”[/color]

Her fingers shifted against his. [color=#6C72C6]“I see someone who notices things. Little things. Sad things. Things most people walk past because they are too wrapped up in themselves.”[/color]

A small smile touched her lips. She glanced down briefly, suddenly aware that her own voice was embarrassing her. Still, she continued as her gaze lifted back to his. [color=#6C72C6]“Nolan, you shine like the stars above,”[/color] she said, her voice warm and certain. [color=#6C72C6]“If only you could see it.”[/color]

The sincerity lingered for one second, then she cleared her throat.

[color=#6C72C6]“Right. Well.”[/color] She gave his hands one final squeeze before releasing one of them, though she kept hold of the other. Her eyes flicked toward the refreshment table, filled with her new purpose. [color=#6C72C6]“Let us get something yummy in our tummies.”[/color]

She lifted their joined hands. [color=#6C72C6]“To the food table!”[/color]

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