[Such tenderness Haurchefant shows him even in so kindly a shushing. When fingers skim over his cheek, Aymeric's eyes fall half-lidded, the blue hidden beneath them both heated and dreamy.]
I would beg for it.
[A soft echo of what Haurchefant had said before. Reaffirmation of the depths of his own desire.]
Lest my treacherous thoughts drift back to the — to before. And away from you.
no subject
I would beg for it.
[A soft echo of what Haurchefant had said before. Reaffirmation of the depths of his own desire.]
Lest my treacherous thoughts drift back to the — to before. And away from you.