[ moderr ]
“Why do you frown like that?”
His own brow furrows briefly, and he’d turn to face her were he not so attached to the warmth of the fire. Head tilts aside, and he studies his wife for a few moments.
“Well?”
she chooses the beauty of silence first, not because her tongue is empty of words. actually it has as many words as are fishes in the seas when gods are generous but instead she gives a short response and features loosen a bit. ❛ it is nothing. ❜
















