⟫»—> No matter the simple fact he had even brought her back to the bed, it appeared that sleeping further into the morning was now out of the question. His chest rose with a yawn, but he was careful to control it as tired eyes parted and glanced up at her, nerves bristling along his scalp as she ran her delicate hands through his mane of hair. There was alwaysone condition. A smirk broke the expression of weariness and he placed both hands at the curve of her figure.
❝ Is there? What might that be? ❞
She pressed her arm to the pillow, just above where his head was. “If I’m going to stare at something this delicious,” she murmured as her hand continued to soothe through his hair, “I’m going to want to have a taste or ten.” Leaning in, she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, then the tip of his nose, then his lips for only half a second. Her snakes nuzzled his jaw and behind his ears.
❴ HAD HIS EYES ❵ still not been lingering upon the female in which their conversation had ensued, perhaps he could have reacted before the e c h o i n g strike caught onlookers attention, and delicate, soft fingers left the red mark upon his visage. Open mouthed, he stared, almost betrayed, down upon his prakem, eyes wildly flashing about - for they did not necessarily know where to look now - as the joore’s body flared with unsettled, burning nerves.
❝ Wha-…? I was justagreeing with you! ❞
She was shaking her head, rage simmering just beneath the surface. It was meant to be a test of loyalty, maybe on account of slight j e a l o u s y at the young woman with a softer angled face than she, a small nose and hair as fair as a princess, and not only that, but she was a sweating mess in her fitted sweatpants and sports bra jogging about the park, and yet he looked on.
⟫»—> Cognac eyes didn’t necessarily know what to look at. A million thoughts fought for his attention all at once, though they found p u r c h a s e and examined her face in the brief moments that the dark veil was removed. For a creature so potent, so deadly, it was a wonder that even a dragon could find her so visually enticing.
But the garment she wore - if thats what one called half the items of Em’s wardrobe, surely - was flicked off so fluidly it was to say she had much practice. Brow rose, a heat in his cheeks that burned not only his pride but honor as well, and the whites of his eyes grew without his permission. It was allowed only a moment, only a fleeting few seconds of weakness before a smirk plastered over his face, carnal and devilish.
Swiftly he was before her, a strong arm skating across the exposed flesh of her back and pulling her close. He stole a single, deepkiss before pressing his forehead against hers, his eyes dancing with mirth.
❝ Whoever denied you a throne before be damned, prunah, rest assured you would be the fairest queen of Skyrim. I would be sure of it. ❞
Like a bookworm devoured the pages of a book, she read and understood every crease and twitch upon a man’s face. She didn’t need those skills to know what the reddening in his face was–certainly something she expected from the shy likes of her Alduin, but the lustful smirk, though she liked it when she played games with her bait, seeing that look on his face reminded her of certain events she didn’t want to be remembering at this current time.
That inner turmoil heightened with the kiss that she did not return, but decreased like water receding from a shore with the gentle bump of his forehead against hers. His words had her eyes prickling, and she was happy they were concealed under her shades, though her smile made up for any mirth her eyes kept from him. “Whoever denied me a throne is going to be damned, babe. I’m going to damn him, make him wish he never laid a hand on me.” With her lips barely brushing against his, she murmured, “I’d be honored to rule beside you, Alduin, great dov of Skyrim.”
