@gracelis asked: elodie yawned as she set aside her embroidery to let her head fall against wuya's shoulder. "you are comfy." she muttered as she clasped onto his arm , closing her eyes. "just stay like this for a tiny bit , i just ... need to rest."
Wuya did not mind the quiet; he enjoyed it these days, despite the melancholy it often times brought in it's wake. Perhaps it was his present company that made it even better than usual. Elodie was a true gem, a treasure amidst the wood that surrounds them. A spitefire with a colorful personality, who shone like a star. Of course, Wuya loved beautiful things- no shame in that. But his affections for her have grown of late. Allowing her more grace, and more patience, than he has allowed anyone in a lifetime.
He holds still, but not stiffly, as she leans against him. The fabric of his robes soft, and silky, smelling of blackberries and vanilla. " Am I? " he coos slightly, lips curled in a gentle smile. Satisfied quickly by how her body goes slack against his. If comfort is all she needs, then he is content to give it. A hand coming to rest against where her arms curl around his. " Sleep then, dear. I will make sure you are undisturbed. "
unprompted
