[ His lips curl a hint. He leans back as she straddles him, fingers idly playing up and down her side.
Fair enough.
He leans up into the kiss, one hand moving to slip a thin silk strap off her shoulder. A thoughtful hum comes from his chest. It's apparent he's been asked before, that he has an answer he tends to give, if not a precise one. ] Spring. Or so.
[ He can't recall. He wants to say he remembers peonies in his younger years during his name day, but those days have faded a while ago. How much of his childhood memories from before Kaer Morhen are tumbled together with dreams that never were?
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Fair enough.
He leans up into the kiss, one hand moving to slip a thin silk strap off her shoulder. A thoughtful hum comes from his chest. It's apparent he's been asked before, that he has an answer he tends to give, if not a precise one. ] Spring. Or so.
[ He can't recall. He wants to say he remembers peonies in his younger years during his name day, but those days have faded a while ago. How much of his childhood memories from before Kaer Morhen are tumbled together with dreams that never were?
Easier not to dig too deep. Spring is suitable. ]