trassel: (16.)
nothing goes over his head, he'd catch it. ([personal profile] trassel) wrote in [community profile] ethyraia 2021-06-24 03:27 am (UTC)

[ Honestly. He puts what's remaining of his meal on the plate, sets it aside, and wraps his arm around her. A second later, the other arm follows, for a loose embrace. ]

Only Djel knows.

[ His eyes spark again at her, and he leans down, close enough that he could eat comfortably out of her hand. ]

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