Apr 17
@ofbookshelves begs ansgar : " tell me what you wish of me and i will do it. "
Asking her to stay, in chaste company, seems a selfish endeavor, so Ansgar toils with remaining aloof ( yet kind ).
"I I want for not." This steward asserts tenderly, hands cupped as one beseeches a minor, benevolent god. "From you or from anyone." Silver hue dances along the stone below his feet, searching as if a hidden message lies etched in the cold floor between them. This was much too difficult for him to manage, without knowing the rigid rules and expectations of it of affection.
