❛❛ Even one as yourself needs a resting place, Dear Devoted One. ❜❜ Her eyes soften 'pon the towering form, fingers shifting unto her lap from where she sits. One tap, two taps, gently so to call him to lay his head down. ❛❛ Come. Rest here for awhile, no harm, no fear, nothing will come to you, I will be right here to protect you. So, rest ... I'll sing to you, or tell you a story, which would you prefer ? ❜❜
unprompted || always accepting
Her words rang sweetly in his ears — kind, far too kind, to offer him respite… especially atop her thighs. That was intimate. He couldn’t recall the last time someone had offered such a thing. Drogar gave a small nod, followed by a slight bow of appreciation toward the seated woman. With care, he lowered himself onto his knees & shifted into place, settling upon the plushness of her thighs. His head found its center, resting gently… one knee raised, the other flat against the earth. Both hands came to entwine over his chest. Piercing silver eyes lifted, gaze locked on Koto, softened by the bashful smile that tugged at the edges of his stone-like features.
“Y’are most generous, m’lady,” Drogar murmured, lashes dipping low as his eyes fluttered shut. “Er… I don’t have a preference... uh, maybe? A song y’ love?”
