No sooner had eyes met did wings begin to flutter with excitement, bright smile on her face as she hurried over.

There's no one else she would have rather spent time with in that moment. Arms and wings alike wrapped around him in turn, one hand soon guiding Alhaitham to rest his head against her shoulder before stroking through his hair.

Some might have wondered how Robin and Alhaitham could have ended up in such a relationship, how they could have found such a bond in one that seemed the opposite in every way, and yet ... Robin couldn't imagine herself with anyone else.

Despite the way cheeks flushed from his gaze alone the songstress always did so relish in his attention, and no time was it more obvious than in that moment where she found herself leaning into his touch, wings fluttering as head turned to brush lips against her beloved's palm.

Being in his arms was always something she looked forward to. No matter what each day held, at the very least there was one constant she could rely on - being able to hide away from the rest of the cosmos with her beloved Alhaitham.

Hands came to rest atop the arms around her waist, thumbs stroking lovingly as she leaned her head against his own, wings careful to fold themselves out of the way for him so as he could settle as close as he could.

@altanasukh ordered:

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand //alhaitham to murasaki!

NONVERBAL RP STARTERS

The House of Daena tends to be more frequented during the morning and early afternoon hours, brimming with scholars and students flittering about the shelves, looking for specific books or even just looking around. It keeps Murasaki busy, but she loves working there nonetheless.

At the end of the day, the library is much quieter, less people wandering about and those few that are around preferring to retire to a quiet corner to read by themselves. Murasaki isn't quite off work yet, still required to stay for a little while longer, but in those moments she could relax a little and do some reading of her own.

A gentle nudge at her hand gets Murasaki's attantion away from the pages she's perusings, finding a bigger hand resting on top of hers. Looking further up, purple eyes meet familiar green-red ones.

"Hello, Alhaitham~" she greets the other softly, a smile blooming on her face. Turning her hand around so it's pressed palm to palm with Alhaitham's, Murasaki gives it a gentle squeeze, forever fascinated with how small and dainty her hand looks when held in the scribe's bigger one.

When she tries to pull her hand away, Alhaitham doesn't let go, instead he holds it a little tighter and tugs it gently, a silent request for Murasaki to leave the Akademiya premises with him. She glances at the clock; only a few minutes left until the effective end of her shift, strictly speaking, but the library is virtually empty, and she knows her colleagues won't mind.

"I do hope there's nothing keeping you busy," he notes aloud, an almost imperceptible grin to his lips. "I'd like to stay here a while, if you don't mind."

While she'd been a touch distracted with a potion she'd been working on, Ambriel would hardly complain about even an ounce of attention from her dear Scribe. With a giggle escaping from the witch one hand lifted to gently run through short locks, head turning so as to press a kiss against his cheek.

"...have you eaten?" She decides to ask, in order to avoid acknowledging her utter embarrassment at her own given affection. "There's some leftover fatteh I made earlier, if you'd like."

How easily flustered she gets sometimes ... But he could hardly blame her. Their shared affections, though new to both of them, were so very wonderful - something he'd not want to give up for anything now that he'd finally been given a taste of what it was like to be treated with something other than disgust.

A large hand reached to tenderly encourage Zulaikha to lift her head as he leaned down, lips affectionately brushing across the bridge of her nose.