@cinvhetiin || X
Such SYMPHONIES of guffaw, of chastity and HARMONY. To think that they would EVER get a moment’s worth of TRANQUILITY was far stretched with the war raging over their heads. Regardless of SUCH though, Obi-Wan couldn’t take this for GRANTED. Who knew when it would be the next time he’d ever lay EYES on the Duchess?
On the woman that had CLAIMED his soul?
Whiskers purposely BRUSHED themselves against her porcelain surface, ginger wires sprouting from his beard seemingly CONCEALING the smile that threatened to paint itself on his face. It almost felt so FOREIGN to feel this emotion, one he discarded so long AGO when the unspoken agreement to ‘remain friends’ had been placed intact. THIS seemed to change EVERYTHING.
“SATINE? Actually TICKLISH? A Duchess such as YOURSELF having a weakness? ‘seems I don’t know you as well as I’d like to THINK.”







