Inviting the mother of all shit storms into your life, buddy...
Funnily enough, she could get used to this, too.
This close, cheek pressed to his chest, eyes shut, it's so very easy to hear the thump of his heart. A soothing sound. Quiet and steady, something she rarely ever has the opportunity to listen to, unless it's one of those rare moments with Liv or Namtar. Very rare, these days.
It's difficult to fully understand his enthusiasm behind a ring, save for the part about it and magic. Still, she lifts her shoulder in a shrug, shooing him away when he plants a kiss on her forehead. "Don't thank me yet, sweetling. I'll have to see if she wants anything, first. She's a fickle little beastie." Pot, meet kettle.
"Well," and now she's sighing, straightening her top before looping their arms together and leading him to her room. "I need a drink. You'll probably need a drink too, before I shoot you back to the dungeons."
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Inviting the mother of all shit storms into your life, buddy...Funnily enough, she could get used to this, too.
This close, cheek pressed to his chest, eyes shut, it's so very easy to hear the thump of his heart. A soothing sound. Quiet and steady, something she rarely ever has the opportunity to listen to, unless it's one of those rare moments with Liv or Namtar. Very rare, these days.
It's difficult to fully understand his enthusiasm behind a ring, save for the part about it and magic. Still, she lifts her shoulder in a shrug, shooing him away when he plants a kiss on her forehead. "Don't thank me yet, sweetling. I'll have to see if she wants anything, first. She's a fickle little beastie." Pot, meet kettle.
"Well," and now she's sighing, straightening her top before looping their arms together and leading him to her room. "I need a drink. You'll probably need a drink too, before I shoot you back to the dungeons."