Anything with a fluffy iron bull and female trev! Love your work its amazing! Please and thank you! <3
He’s never been a fit for moreprecise work. With his mouth, his words, decisions… perhaps. With his hands?Never so. Give him a big fucking sword and he’s good to go. “Bull,” she says,reaching back, her smile reflected in the mirror. She puts her hand over his, stopshis movements. “It doesn’t need to be perfect.” He looks away from his work,into that mirror and yes, the frown is quite pronounced. He forces himself torelax, and gently swats her hand away.
“It’s gonna be.” She chucklesunder her breath, sits back in the chair. Her hand fidgets in her lap, playingwith the hem of her tunic.
“I should just cut it.”
“I can do this,” Bull says, “andbesides, I love your hair.” He pauses in crafting the braid to bring a strandto his lips, kiss her dark locks. He never thought a braid could be so hard.His fingers fumble, and it’s messy, loose. But he ties the end of it, drapes itover her shoulder to inspect. Her hand goes first to where the other should be –the tied sleeve, the cut above the elbow.
“Thank you,” she says as she wrapsher hand around the end of the long braid. She tilts her face upwards, puts herhead back against his belly. He puts his hands on her shoulders.
“I’ll get better at it anyway,” Bull says,looking down at her, “since I’ll be doing it every day.” She smiles, closes hereyes, rests her head against his arm.
