@sevynhells ASKED, ❝ your hair is so soft … ❞ (🤭 josephine to visenya)
𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍, 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 proved to be colder than the red keep with the smell of sea breeze wafting in through her ajar windows. curtains flutter slightly against the gentle wind that rushes in from the sea, the fire alight just a few feet from them knocking off some of the chill while her thick covers keeps body heat inside. visenya had always run 𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 than that of her older brothers, perhaps it was the blood of the dragon in her veins ? eyes are closed when the other speaks, josephine’s words are whispered && quiet amongst the ambient creeks && occasional tap of servants outside. a gentle hum is all the blonde is given at first while visenya’s mind keeps one foot in sleep && the other in wakefulness. ; it’s only now, with her attention brought to it, that princess realizes that her companion had been stroking her hair away from features. slender fingers run through silver white with soothing touch. . . no wonder visenya felt so at ease ! ❝ is that so, darling ? ❞ spoken through tired tones, eyes daring to peak open for a minute. when she does, visenya instantly smiles at the almost beguiled scene before her in the way josephine looks at her coupled with the feeling of her fingers against locks. what could he more 𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙵𝚄𝙻 than this ? visenya loves her, something she’s willing to admit now that she knows—loves her as more than a friend, as someone she’d want to spend her life with. but, how would josephine react, would she feel the same ? mind wants her to ask her heart is verging on being terrified. ❝ you’ll put me right to sleep, you know. ❞ eyes flutter closed, a content sign. ❝ continue until I fall asleep, your princess commands it. ❞ the smile persists.
