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                                     ❛ CAHYRST   —— –    is that not far, far from here ? i doubt i will ever have the courage to enter a tehreni village, let alone bear a child midst your folk even if no foe. IT WOULD DO NEITHER OF US GOOD.  ❜

                                                                   ❛ BUT YOU ARE PAINFULLY FAR AWAY, tristan ❜  naked feet melt against marble floor,  impatient steps closing the gap between them ; delicate body seeking the warmth of his. starvation tears at bones, ghostly longing lingering in every nerve  ;  she is in dire need of his attention, of his fingers trailing ‘cross every curve of her body.   ❛ if i asked you, my most loyal guard, would you have me, ALL OF ME RIGHT HERE, right now  ❜

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27. a kiss to the temples

                   FINGERS CURL AROUND DARK HAIR as it falls in waves over soft pillows. It’s a rarity to find such comfortable sleeping rooms on the road. With weary bodies, they had fallen into bed, determined to enjoy their night off ; enjoy each other’s bodies and curl around one another. You could wash off the grim of war but it was still there, in weary bones and stuck under fingernails that clawed at reality, clinging and begging to hold on. So when they fall, the bed molding to their bodies like a warm hug and eyes flutter close in an instant. Bodies need rest after weeks on the war front and they fall into an easy sleep, arms draped over torso’s legs twisted together under a tangle of sheets and comforters.