✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek. - from deme this time tbh be hes nice 2 her
send my muse kisses you want to give them.
GENTLY, HIS HANDS run along the thick neck of his mount. the armor that usually adorned the beast is taken off gently with the help of deme, any wounds it might have attained being carefully attended to. they’re used to this: being together in quiet comfort. they’re alike in many ways, and find solace in each other’s company.
deme wiggles closer to him, he notices, but he doesn’t say anything as he scrapes the muck out of his horse’s hooves.
yet when she lightly pecks him on the cheek, his hand just about slips and he turns his head to look at her, only to find her attention back to the horse and a smile gracing her lips.