lays across her lap, dramatically
@glorycraft‘s gonna GET IT.
He was like a bloody peacock in how he preened; bold, dramatic and so very over the top. Tess indulged it for a moment, lips quirking upwards on a once-stony face as he stretched his arms out – no doubt preparing for some complaint or ‘deep’ remark.
That was, at least, until her hand came down on his head and began to muss his hair until its careful placement was no doubt ruined by her gloved hand. Then she laughed.
“Hm. I dare say that’s a good metaphor for Azeroth,” she teased, attempting to match his candour. “Chaotic.”








