SHE SPENDS THE MOMENT just before she wakes each day half-convinced that her bed will be empty , that his return was always just the dream of a foolish woman who cannot let the past go . but now her awareness returns to her body from the fade , and the weight of his arm over her becomes undeniable . real , her soul sighs as she cracks her eyes open and squints against the early morning sunlight that filters in through her thin white curtains .
her green gaze near-immediately locks with his violet one , and when it does she can’t help the easy quirk of her mouth , a smile centuries old and centuries unseen before his return . how long has he been awake ? silly man . ‘ you were watching me sleep again , ’ she accuses fondly , her voice morning-rough as she fights back a yawn . it still thrills her , how something as simple as her sleeping fills him with adoration . lanathara has altars dedicated to her now , statues of foxes where they burn incense of cedar and rose ; she is venerated for rebuilding elvhenan , but his is still the only worship she delights in .
languidly , she traces his familiar features with her gaze and then with her hand , brushing her thumb between his brows , down his nose , across his cheek until she’s cupping his jaw sweetly . her gentle pride . ‘ oh , how i love you , ’ she breathes , overwhelmed by the affection burbling in her chest , and catches his mouth in a kiss .
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