"I could still try," she promises with a chuckle, enjoying the mental image of tucking herself up against his broad back, slipping her arm over his waist and pressing her face to the divot between his shoulder blades.
This is better though, she thinks. It certainly allows her to indulge in a comfort she hasn't felt in a long time, the comfort of a man holding her close and secure against his chest.
Threading her own large, blunt fingers through Eskel's, she admires the way his huge hand dwarfs hers. "Have you ridden through the Riddermark before?" she asks eventually, stroking her thumb over one of the callouses on his finger.
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Date: 2020-09-11 07:17 pm (UTC)This is better though, she thinks. It certainly allows her to indulge in a comfort she hasn't felt in a long time, the comfort of a man holding her close and secure against his chest.
Threading her own large, blunt fingers through Eskel's, she admires the way his huge hand dwarfs hers. "Have you ridden through the Riddermark before?" she asks eventually, stroking her thumb over one of the callouses on his finger.