#1defense

he had started with her hands, before moving upwards towards her left shoulder, her words trailing off at the distraction. in truth the princess couldn't remember what she had exactly been going on about, something mindless as she laid on her back beneath the man she was sure.

she had been curious when the mirror had been positioned differently, but did not question it as she had begun to undress for bed. hadvar was always doing one thing or an other, that she was no longer surprised by these little things.

ser hadvar had been appearing more and more wherever viserra had found herself of late, she suspected it had been her mothers doing. not that the princess could entirely blame rhaenyra, the queen was down two heirs and viserra was near wilting away in her grief.

it might be one of the very, very few instances that someone has seen the winter soldier with a grin on his face and relaxed. slumped even. near dead weight to the seat. the cramped and rusted old military vehicle seemed to be their only source of shelter from the thunderstorm within a mile, and james seemed very keen to making himself comfortable. almost delighted, as he hasn't driven something like this for a number of years now. the soldier imagines what the hum of the engine must of been like, the feel of it in his hands  — though the rest of his thought had collapsed beneath the sound of lightning. james counts in his head. two, three, four miles away.

he stretches with a groan, arms reaching up and touching the roof of the vehicle. and back down. as comfortable as he can be. arms crossed, eyes half-lidded. he doesn't look at @1defense.

no, he does not like the look that nate's wearing right now. he can count the number of times james feels entirely safe with the old man on a single hand, and despite having a sense of informality with nate that is becoming increasingly more common with every passing interaction, james jerks his body away from him accompanied by a look of disdain, as if the affection nate had offered had very evidently offended him.

“ @1defense. don't touch me. “

her nose scrunches in distaste at nate's words. eliana's fingers curl around the long-dead foliage encroaching on the porch of a home in sanctuary, pulling it harder than necessary and tossing it onto the growing pile of burnt out sticks and weeds beside her. sweat glistens on her brow.