[ And laugh he does, letting the sheer joy he feels from being around her wash over him. She could cling to him forever and he would not begrudge her nor push her away. All he wants is for them to one day be able to go home to Ishgard for good, or to wherever in the world she wishes to be, because wherever she is, that is home to him. He will always love Ishgard, but he only wants to be where she is happiest and most content.
He has been so focused on her and relishing their time together that he has paid little attention to what the weather is doing. When a particularly loud crash of thunder sounds, he looks up, and for just a moment, an apprehensive look forms in his eyes. The battle will go in regardless of the weather, but he knows it will not make for an easy time for any of them, not that a battle is a simple thing.
Still, his fingers brush against the soft skin of her breast as he wills himself to focus only on her: how she feels, how she moves, and even the light but pleasing scent that he has noticed when he is with her. He can't recall asking her if she wore a certain perfume or essence, but whichever it is, it is just one more thing that he is committing to memory about her. ]
Instead of a report, tell me more about the places you have seen.
[ His other hand raises to brush the strands of hair away from his face as he tries to put what has been in the back of his mind into words. ] What about how you would have me? Is there anything that you wish to have?
[ His mind has already begun to travel in a direction he never thought it would, and he is certain that she would not refuse if he were to make his suggestion, but he imagines she would be a little surprised by it. ]
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He has been so focused on her and relishing their time together that he has paid little attention to what the weather is doing. When a particularly loud crash of thunder sounds, he looks up, and for just a moment, an apprehensive look forms in his eyes. The battle will go in regardless of the weather, but he knows it will not make for an easy time for any of them, not that a battle is a simple thing.
Still, his fingers brush against the soft skin of her breast as he wills himself to focus only on her: how she feels, how she moves, and even the light but pleasing scent that he has noticed when he is with her. He can't recall asking her if she wore a certain perfume or essence, but whichever it is, it is just one more thing that he is committing to memory about her. ]
Instead of a report, tell me more about the places you have seen.
[ His other hand raises to brush the strands of hair away from his face as he tries to put what has been in the back of his mind into words. ] What about how you would have me? Is there anything that you wish to have?
[ His mind has already begun to travel in a direction he never thought it would, and he is certain that she would not refuse if he were to make his suggestion, but he imagines she would be a little surprised by it. ]