[ Celegorm misunderstands the refusal, a sudden, wounded hurt blossoming in his pale eyes, the confident set of his jaw slackening while he wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, at a very real and visible loss. His hands flex at his sides, his pulse panicked, and the very eyes he was so eager to appeal to a moment ago he finds he cannot meet.
His flush is one of shame, and he ducks his head, bowing as one taking leave of another, mumbling an excuse of himself so swiftly that the words smear unintelligibly together.
He's gone in a blink, so quick that the leaves and grass don't even rustle. ]
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His flush is one of shame, and he ducks his head, bowing as one taking leave of another, mumbling an excuse of himself so swiftly that the words smear unintelligibly together.
He's gone in a blink, so quick that the leaves and grass don't even rustle. ]