#cont

He was...kneeling. Why was he kneeling? He should be running from her or attacking her or...something. Why was he still there? And weaponless?

And Thilfonir looked scared. Was he afraid of her? He'd have every right to be, given what just happened.

"I..." Knowing she couldn't run, and wanting to seem as nonthreatening to him as possible, she slowly lowered herself to her knees.

"...Hope saved me when I was living in the Mire. It wasn't...a rift didn't open above me. I lied. I was dying from the plague and they came through and we joined...I don't know if it was an accident or...and then we were stuck?" Her words were coming out in a rush, trying to get it out before he changed his mind and killed her.

Myrna grinned when he had first appeared, relieved to have a distraction. And yes, she gushed about some of the problems she had caused when she took a break earlier that day. She was quite proud of herself, although she felt just a little bad for Cullen; he was her main victim today.

She didn't resist when he pulled her into his warm arms, and she certainly didn't complain when his lips found hers. Myrna felt herself melting against him the deeper he kissed her. Hands at her waist burned, even through the layers of clothing, and she took a half step closer to press her body against his. One hand rested on his shoulder while the other slipped nimble fingers to just below his hairline to draw gentle circles over his skin.

If she could crawl under his skin in that moment to be closer, she would.

She hadn't noticed where his hands had drifted, but once he pointed it out, she smirked. Aw.

Afternoon Reading {𝑆𝑖ℎ𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐}

X @tessastormrp

Sihtric laughed gently as he turned a page in the book, "A phonebook is so boring. I much prefer this." He nodded to the book he had been reading aloud before going back to doing just that, reading to Tessa, his fingers gently threading through her red locks. He liked that, just a carefree rather mundane day with his favorite person. It was heaven honestly.