May 28, 2018
rests his head on her shoulder. just bc. hes tired
give zelda some love β‘
HIS HEAD FALLS WITH SUCH SOFTNESS TO REST ON HER SHOULDER. the breeze is heady with the fragrance of grassΒ &Β of flowers, his hair raises & reaches delicately to tickle her neck. a sigh is exhaled, head tilts to rest atop his & the princess allows her eyes to flutter closed. stolen moments like this are meant to be horded as the sweetest grapes beneath the tongue- they are meant to be cherished in the quiet moments when even the birds have fallen silent. cool fingers glide along his arm until she finds his hand, to grasps it softly. Β Β Β Β β Β Β link . . .Β . Β Β Β β
