#roger singing

“Will you sing for me, Roger?” 

“I always sing for you, hen.” He came behind her, drew her back against him, so that her head rested on his shoulder, her hair cool and live against his face. His arm curled round her waist, holding her secure. He bent his head, nuzzling for the curve of her ear. 

“No matter what,” he whispered, “no matter where. No matter whether you’re there to hear or not—I’ll always sing for you.”

“He sings like a bird” aka the first mention on the way to a Smeòraich maybe?

Roger singing “L-O-V-E” to Brianna on their wedding night