[ if they were anywhere but here, the idea of him putting a shirt on and covering up when he was sweaty and heated would be completely unacceptable to her. and she would also suggest they take this the bathroom which would devolve into very little talking.
it's just me here. those words rattle her for a moment. the idea of him being alone again, without his family, his friends, his people makes her heart ache for him. the last thing she ever wanted him to feel the isolation he'd felt under the mountain, with her.
once again, racing thoughts are pulled back to the present as he reassures her that their family is alive, that they are fine. fine is not great or even good but she cannot expect them to be more than that, not after what's happened, what may have happened in that time she cannot remember.
for a moment, it's almost too much. there is too much trying to pull at her attention. apart from all that he's told her about what happens and the terrifying truth that he'd been here for two months without rescue, the state of the room is presses at the edges of her thoughts annoyingly. there is a faint, lingering scent of sex in the air, his scent mixed without another's and she feels her stomach twist, she feels more primal instinct to pull the bedding from their place and shred it to pieces. but she is not an animal, she is...
she shakes her head, a shaky hand lifting to brush over her mouth as she tries to reign in... well, everything. one thing at a time. one thing at a time. ]
I need you to show me everything that happens between when Tamilin takes me back to the Spring Court and the Winter Solace, whatever you can remember.
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it's just me here. those words rattle her for a moment. the idea of him being alone again, without his family, his friends, his people makes her heart ache for him. the last thing she ever wanted him to feel the isolation he'd felt under the mountain, with her.
once again, racing thoughts are pulled back to the present as he reassures her that their family is alive, that they are fine. fine is not great or even good but she cannot expect them to be more than that, not after what's happened, what may have happened in that time she cannot remember.
for a moment, it's almost too much. there is too much trying to pull at her attention. apart from all that he's told her about what happens and the terrifying truth that he'd been here for two months without rescue, the state of the room is presses at the edges of her thoughts annoyingly. there is a faint, lingering scent of sex in the air, his scent mixed without another's and she feels her stomach twist, she feels more primal instinct to pull the bedding from their place and shred it to pieces. but she is not an animal, she is...
she shakes her head, a shaky hand lifting to brush over her mouth as she tries to reign in... well, everything. one thing at a time. one thing at a time. ]
I need you to show me everything that happens between when Tamilin takes me back to the Spring Court and the Winter Solace, whatever you can remember.