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Lily catches her breath. The stag that stands at the edge of the treeline is the most extraordinary thing she’s ever seen; magnificent, beautiful and - most of all - completely unexpected.
He walks silently into the centre of the clearing, pausing in a shaft of light that shines through the leafy canopy, and Lily gasps as his antlers catch in the natural spotlight.
She isn’t really conscious of her feet moving, carrying her towards him until she’s standing right there in front of him. She searches his face in fascination and it’s only his eyes that give him away, just the barest flicker of green/gold in the inky depths. Tentatively, tenderly, she leans towards him, pressing her forehead to his, letting her eyes fall closed.
When she opens them, he’s gone - so fast that she could have believed he was never there. Instead, James stands in his place, his forehead still against hers.
“Alright, Evans?” he whispers.
She stands back, reeling from what he’s just shown her - his skill, his audacity, his trust. There’s so much she wants to say, so many feelings she wants to express, but in the end, there’s only one word that she can find.
“Wow.”