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DRAGON AGE STARTERS; | accepting

♜: Shoulder rubs 

Leanne loved to be pampered. Especially if it was by the tall dark man she had eyes for. Turns out her great uncle had been right. Making raspberry tarts had worked wonders on getting Naesala out of his office and into a meadow with her. A little batting of the eyes, some sweet treats, and the Heron had done a commendable job of distracting the raven from his woes.

He even went as far as to offer her a back rub, perhaps a touch of legitimate concern since she had insisted on carrying the picnic basket herself, and he knew how brittle her joints could get.

“Mmmm~” Leanne hummed, her voice quietly reaching pitch as his hands rubbed little circles and ministrations to her shoulders, bypassing her folded white wings to do so.

“Sy'n teimlo'n dda. Cadwch wneud hynny.”

“Glad I can please,” he quipped cheekily.

She smirked back, though he couldn’t see it. All the same, he’d know she caught that ever so slight innuendo in his words.

“O ie~ braf iawn yn wir.”

She heard him let out a little chuckle, shaking his head lightly as she arched her back a bit to encourage his method. It was relaxing, and always illicited a sense of comfort and happiness when he took the time to be close to her.

What makes it REALLY appropriate is that it is a real theme in Japanese classical depictions, the ‘crow and heron’ dynamic. Specifically for young lovers.

The name of the original painting is ‘Crow and Heron’ and described as ‘young lovers sharing an umbrella in a snowstorm’

▤ = falling asleep on them

Leanne knew that many of the songs she sung were soothing. They could make the soul feel light and tired, stripping away worries and stress. It was the very reason she sung for him, to give him a much needed moment of relief from his woes.

When the raven’s weight slumped further, she knew he had fallen asleep. At her suggestion and coaxing, Leanne had convinced him to rest his head on her lap while she sang him a song. He kept refusing, telling her that being so forward was going to make Reyson burst an artery, but she was far more stubborn than he was. She always got her way.

The Heron’s fingers sifted into his dark silky hair as he fell into slumber. she smiled softly as she finished her song, letting the last notes ring tenderly in a whispered tone.

He looked so peaceful here. No acts, no pretenses, no obligations, no guilt. Just him...

For a moment, he looked like the younger man he used to be. Before her long sleep, and before he was a king. When they were two budding youths taking long walks in the Serenes gardens and sneaking out to the cliffs of Kilvas. 

Leanne continued to pet his hair gently, her other hand resting on his chest. She could feel the light, sleepy thumps of his heart as she caressed his hair and face.