the fandom needs to talk more about ‘soft Jurdan’
I personally feel their fluff and soft intimate scenes are underrated & overlooked because of the intense (sexual tension) scenes between them. And so, here I am, quoting every soft scene from my annotations to share with you all.
I mean, holding hands? Kissing them? soft
He takes my hand. “Nothing is sweeter,” he says, kissing the back of it, “but that which is scarce.”
twk, ch#10
My hands are shaking. He captures them and kisses my knuckles with a kind of reverence. “I want to tell you so many lies,” he says.
twk, ch#15
He kisses the scar of my palm.
twk, ch#29
“I will lie down,” he says, letting me guide him toward his enormous bed. Once there, he does not let go of my hand. “If you lie with me.”
twk, ch#29
He presses his mouth to the pulse point of my wrist, racing in time with my heart. “Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips.” His eyes are black with desire. “By you, I am forever undone.”
qon, ch#21
Cardan slips his fingers into mine. “It’s hard to work against someone you love.” I wonder if he’s thinking of Balekin.
qon, ch#22
the sweet intimacy? cuddles? felt. so. soft!
A shiver goes through his body, and his hand goes to my waist, but instead of pushing me away, he pulls me into the bed with him, rolling my body across him onto the heavily embroidered coverlets.
twk, ch#26
We trade kisses in the darkness, blurred by exhaustion. I don’t expect to sleep, but I do, my limbs tangled with his, the first restful sleep I’ve had since my return from the Undersea.
twk, ch#29
“My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned.” He pulls my body against his, cradling my head against his chest.
qon, ch#21
He’s every bit as terrifying as any serpent. I don’t care. I run into his arms.
qon, ch#26
Cardan’s fingers dig into my back. He’s trembling, and whether it is from ebbing magic or horror, I am not sure. But he holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world.
qon, ch#27
Cardan lies on the rug with one arm propping up his head and the other slung across Jude’s waist.
htkoelths, ch#10
Oak gave up his room so they could sleep there, and although the bed is small, Cardan cannot mind when he takes Jude in his arms.
htkoelths, ch#10
He traces the edge of her lip, runs his finger over the soft human hair of her cheek, pausing on a freckle, and comes to rest on a tiny scar, a line of pale skin drawn there by some blade.
htkoelths, ch#10
He lets himself lean against her, lets himself hear the warmth in her voice. “There is one thing I did like about playing the hero. The only good bit. And that was not having to be terrified for you.”
htkoelths, ch#11
Somebody make a framed picture of this so I can hang it on my wall 😩
