Mar 29, 2017
@maidfaire from here ( inbox call !! )
“ felicia, hold still — ” corrin dodged her accidental defense && her leg just BARELY missed one of his pointed ears. he huffed in amusement, but refused to let go of the maid until they were somewhere safer than the volley of arrows && spells they were CURRENTLY subject to.
once safe behind a large tree, he planted her softly on the grass && began to inspect her leg.
“ you cannot continue onwards with a LEG wound. bad leg leads to no movement, && i don’t want you any more hurt. now, ” color grew on his cheeks as he bashfully let his hands hover over her thigh. “ may i . . . lift up your skirt ?? ”
