@speciosuspoematis said:
He's just gonna put a crown made of brightly coloured flowers upon his loves head and look very proud of himself. - Cyvel 💙
The silence of comforting while Rothalion rests against his beloved, body leaning gently against his side while legs crossed and eyes focused upon the pages of a tome sat neatly in his lap. Just to have Cyvel’s presence relaxes him, his worries in that moment dissipating - allowing focus for anything remotely more relaxing than his regular relentless work.
His eyes lift as he feels a light weight upon the top of his head, a smile lighting his features as he watches Cyvel pull his hands back. He lifted his own hand to delicately touch upon the object snuggly sat upon his head, running a finger over a soft petal and chuckling. He’d never experienced a flower crown, and he didn’t wish to remove it to see what it really looked like.
“I love it,” he murmured, pulling his hand back from the crown to instead pull Cyvel into a warm embrace. He pressed a lingering kiss upon a cheek, humming. “What colours did you choose for me, my love?”