she knows and she can't help that he's comfortable to lay on. can he blame his wife for liking him that much?
head burrowing into the crook of his neck, leaving a soft kiss. limbs wrapping tightly aroud him.
/ just wait till I get a harwin and daemon for my nyras...
She's collapsing onto @ofdragonism.bsky.social , hands shoved under his shirt.
they're warm this time. never fear.
shut up, maegor.
mm, good, as he should. and of course she likes him as much. she wouldn't have eloped or birthed his children if she didn't.
soft hum, fingers absentmindedly tracing random patterns over bare skin.
"i kept them warm for you. be glad, or i can bring cold hands back."
