"now, what do i have here?"
the dark space was illuminated by the soft glow of a golden butterfly, hovering around the fortress made entirely of soft pillows. the lack of harsh light grounded kinger, allowing him to keep a stable, comfortable grip on his sanity as he held a fidgeting ragdoll in his lap.
"seems like i have a giggling doll in my hands.. but i cant seem to remember why." he taps his 'chin', eyes averting with fake thought. he looks back down at her, and she gives a little hiccup of anticipation, grinning widely.
"could you remind me of what i was doing? i dont recall.." and ragatha gives a small, ineffective kick of her legs, blabbering out inaudible nonsense. "i-i- you- you wehehere.. um, well-"
kingers gaze was gentle, eyes showing patience as ragatha fumbled with her hands and stammered over her words. eventually, she lets out a very quiet mumble, hiding her face in his robe, and kinger cant help but chuckle.
"hey," he hums, coaxing her to look at him. "if you cant do it, its okay. do you want me to start?"
at her shy nod, kingers hand drifts to her waist, his fingers curling inward slightly, making her jump. she lets out a string of protests she doesnt really mean, unable to even look at the hand that began to squeeze at her soft, plush side, letting her head fall back and laughing freely for the first time in what felt like years.
