tsesarevna
asked:
(/She's content he can find comfort in her affections; she was beginning to think she was losing her touch. She rested her cheek gently against his head, waiting for him to collect his thoughts and put them into words. Whichever the answer, or lack of, she'd respect his decisions. She chuckled at the single word before she pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear.) I'm not going anywhere, silly. Only to the kitchen to get you that ice and then I'll be back, alright?
[ : he’s lucky to have her in the first place, lucky that she stays with him so effortlessly, just like he stays with her. it’s natural, and he loves it. he truly does. he breathes slowly, eyelids slanting yet again before falling shut and he sighs silently. the grin remains however, as she kisses the shell of his ear, and he chuckles, silent and melancholic as it resounds through the room and he nods as briefly as he can manage. ] Alright, sestra.