mahalakshmi: (• I'm not beat up by this yet)
•maharani ([personal profile] mahalakshmi) wrote 2017-07-31 05:02 am (UTC)

[ Dear god, he had a way of breathing that word like it was a plague all to itself. One that he would ward off as desperately as he could in how he clutches her to him. His own personal shield from the time of day that she rather needs to face him this particular day.

Not that she minds, huffing with soft laughter into his neck as he tucks her in close. Gives him the one minute to enjoy it for what it was before she gives a determined wriggle to loosen his arm. Pushing herself up again - not today, the great and terrible affectionate leech of heat he always was. He would protest that he wasn't that strong, but when he was wrapped around her determinedly, he could certainly be heavy in his contentment.
]

Byerly - wake up.

[ Words that are punctured by how she pokes him in the side. ] It is important, ishq. Before the rest of the house is up to listen.

[ Because all the staff seemed to be used to the whole house rising late, and if she could beat them to it all the better. She didn't want anyone passing on information she wasn't ready to share until she was good and ready. ]

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