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….oavries.gif/ /70’s porn music imeanwhat-(( qurl you can’t even spell ovaries go to bed ))
(I can’t spell even when I’m wide awake screw you buddy)
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/Chuckles quietly, returning her kiss and beginning to run his hands slowly through her hair./ Hm.
/He didn’t mind the pauses, his exhaustion creeping up on him and beginning to take over. Suppressing a yawn, he allowed his eyes to fall shut as he spoke./ They may. But I have grown used to them. I know that they will not leave me. /Gives a small shrug./ Is that so? I cannot say that what goes through my head is anything special.
I am so tired. /fades in and out of consciousness, speaking but not completely aware of what she was saying/ It serves you right, with the atrocities you have committed. Guilt must follow, and could even be the cause.
/says one thing before drifting off completely/ If they trouble you tonight, may my presence bring you comfort. Iyi geceler, Shahkulu. /snooooooooooooores
/Sighs and yawns, pressing against her as snugly as possible/ I will just have to bear it then, won’t I? And don’t tell me you don’t deserve my affections. You saved my life, Samila, and I will never forget it. /Presses a tender kiss to her lips/ You may scuff me up a little, but please, try not to break me. /cheekygrin
….I did. And to this day I do not know what compelled me to do so. At the time you were little more than a mysterious stranger. /furrows her brows, quickly becoming distressed by her next thought/ What if I hadn’t, and left you that day? /lets her mouth linger when she kisses her back, answering quietly/ I have seen you broken once. That is enough for me.
Hm. So many questions, Samila. /Chuckles a bit, the sound pleasantly rumbling in his chest. He kisses the top of her head, stroking her hair idly as he spoke./ Yes. You have told me that before.
….Hm. I was born on November eleventh. /Pauses, thinking for a minute, yet also trying to keep awake./ I have not had a favorite colour in a while. Though recently I have grown fond of the colour green. /Smirks a bit, brushing a bit of hair from her face./ The Art of War by Sun Tzu. And at night… I hardly dream. Nightmares may be more of an accurate term.
Psssht, green? Not a fan of it myself. /pops her head up for a quick kiss/ But I may be inclined to add it to my wardrobe, if only for your benefit. /huffs out a breath of air to blow the bangs from her eyes as she shifts to get comfortable, only to have it fall back down immediately after/ Everyone dreams, you just do not recall them upon awakening.
….I do too, at times. Doubtless they pale in comparison to yours. /turns her head sideways to listen to the beat of his heart, the pauses between sentences growing/ I often wonder what goes on inside your head.
are you suicidal?: templar-brigand: /furrows her brows in curiosity but says no more on... →
/lays her head on his chest and closes her eyes/ Your birthday, your favorite color, your favorite book, what you dream about at night…../breathes deeply and struggles to keep her eyes open/ Speak of anything and I will listen. I love the sound of your voice, did you know that? /strokes lazily down his chest/ I hang on your every word./furrows her brows in curiosity but says no more on the topic, instead snuggling in next to him and pulling a blanket up to her shoulders/ I can see the subject agitates you, and this is not the time to ask about it. You need to relax. /yawns herself, blinking drowsily and…
/Snorts, letting go of the fruit and picking up one for himself, popping it into his mouth. His lips quirked a bit at her wink, casually running his finger lightly down said abdominal muscles./ The men have gotten better. His attitude towards me has not. I am beginning to think that he has forgotten in his old age who is the one helping bring his plans to fruition.
/furrows her brows in curiosity but says no more on the topic, instead snuggling in next to him and pulling a blanket up to her shoulders/ I can see the subject agitates you, and this is not the time to ask about it. You need to relax. /yawns herself, blinking drowsily and rubbing at her eyes/ Talk of something else.
Certainly, but I am not required to share both with you. And surely, you don’t want to hear my whining. /Giggles and pokes the tip of her nose/
It is good to be burdened, at times. One cannot travel without bringing some baggage with her. /Leans on her shoulder, snuggling into the fabric of her tunic/ I do not know if I could bear being hurt by you. My Samila, I can only hope to repay a fraction of your generosity, but you may have anything you ask of me. I am willing to devote myself entirely to your happiness.
/scoffs and blushes at her words, rolling her eyes in disagreement/ I have done nothing to deserve your affections, but I willingly accept them all the same. And any pain I cause will be in the utmost reluctance. But as I told you, it will be unavoidable. /taps her chest/ It comes hand in hand with what I feel for you. I’m sorry. :(((
