CALM SPIRIT | SIXTEN Aug 6, 2021 21:53:09 GMT
Post by DIOR COLETTE MONTILYÉT on Aug 6, 2021 21:53:09 GMT
[attr="class","Dior"]"My love?" Perfectly pristine fingertips created pathways through shaded onyx. Subtle comfort her treasure alone as she knelt beside the place Sixten had taken perch that evening, his focus on the thin blade within his grasp. She placed a delicate, lingering kiss to the height of his temple as both arms crossed about her midsection to couple pressed lips. "I know- I feel it too." Emotions, especially those with sort of significant weight were often... pushed aside by members of their family - both of them. It was better to return to logic and rational thought than to consider the repercussions of the aches of a heart. They were always fickle and without sense and although she could never claim to be a master at reading hurts she knew him. She knew the slight raise of his brow or the tightness of his jaw or that silence that lingered a moment too long or just out of place. She knew the meaning behind the press of his crown into her hand as she offered him comfort. She knew him better than she knew her own child which... brought her a sort of grief she couldn't name. It hurt. She spoke tenderly, her words like warmed satin over cotton. The tenderness of her tone mimiced the steady movement a she lay beside him; determined to pull his crown into her chest with the intent to embrace. Fingertips grazed the length of his jaw to aid adoring kisses to the height of a shadowed brow. "The children are asleep-" She murmered, gifting warmth in another light press to his crown. "I'm all yours for a little while." A little while uninteruptted by cries for feeding or love - not that she ever minded giving any. She meant only to offer her husband a moment of comfort to speak, or just to hold. If he wanted it.
LAIKA OF GS!