#ansgar.starter

[villciny]

@ofbookshelves begs ansgar : " tell me what you wish of me and i will do it. "

Asking her to stay, in chaste company, seems a selfish endeavor, so Ansgar toils with remaining aloof ( yet kind ).

"I I want for not." This steward asserts tenderly, hands cupped as one beseeches a minor, benevolent god. "From you or from anyone." Silver hue dances along the stone below his feet, searching as if a hidden message lies etched in the cold floor between them. This was much too difficult for him to manage, without knowing the rigid rules and expectations of it of affection.

[villciny]

plotted starter. @noctiflores

Determined as any inexperienced lover could be:

“Show me—” No, that was the wrong phrasing. Ansgar winces as he shifts in bed, the ache of his encounter with Aemond still prevalent even after the wound has been healed and scarred. He inhales deeply and exhales before starting anew.

“How does she—” Eh, not quite. Teeth scrape the fleshiness of his bottom lip. “I want to, hm— satisfy you,” a good start, “but my ignorance seems, to me, a barrier.” A beat passes, silver hue locked intently on details of the canopy above.

“Lady Rosetta,” he begins cautiously, the pink hue blossoming on high cheekbones less evidence of any embarrassment of thinking of woman lying with woman and more so on how he could compete with a longtime companion. “What does she do to excite you?” Mentally, he prepares to take note.