CONNECTION MADE WITH: @honorbourne
LOADING...
🛏️ : our muses are forced by circumstance to share a bed for the night . + henry & say’ri
tents were made of canvas. that was an obvious piece of knowledge everyone was in possession of. and yet when henry sensed an impending presence in his domicile, his airy voice rose and prodded “you can’t come in without knocking, you know. that’d be very, very rude of you.”
tongue like a dart, wit like a rapier, and henry hadn’t even bothered to look up from his work at his desk. he was clearly waiting for her to knock, and when say’ri finally complied, the dark mage put aside his supplies and moved position to release a peg he’d woven into his tent’s door to keep unwanted visitors out. or to make them knock. pressing back the flap with the back of his hand the eccentric soul placed himself a half-step forward---both inside and outside the tent as though replacing the door---he’d listen to the plights of his sister in arms. the smile plastered upon his features never faltered. “i dunno how this is my problem. you’ve barely said a stinkin’ word to me since ya linked up with robin.” he knew exactly how it was his problem the moment she’d entered his proximity... he just wanted her to come out and directly say it. “i guess it’s good info for when that storm cloud over there makes it’s way over and pisses rain all over you. giving me warning to come see you as a stiff after you freeze to death. that’s super kind of you, say-ri. i can’t wait to see the positions your hands curl up in before the rigor. it’ll be like a little imprint in time of when you were so cold you were grabbing your elbows and it still wasn’t enough. tells a story, doesn’t it?”
ah. and there was the request. well, he’d made her work for it enough, hadn’t he?
“robin would be angry with me if i didn’t help out my fellow soldier. i’d rather avoid their wrath if at all possible. i’m not done enjoying the war just yet.” stepping aside, he allowed her to brush past. but in a way that required her shoulder to slide along the broad of his chest, stone-hardened eyes meeting her own in the act. “feel free to make yourself at home. over there is my desk and chair, on top of the chair is my big heavy plegian robe. gets stuffy in there you know. and there’s also a cot. that’s pretty much the whole grand tour.” he took a seat at the foot of his bed, scanning her expression. “you don’t mean to tell me your cot got a hole in it to, do you? this is the last one from the convoy after your’s and she’s not very wide. one of us would have to sleep on the floor... and it wouldn’t be me. maybe you can use my robes as a blanket?”
though his smile never left, it sure had the ability to grow.
TENSION MEME | ACCEPTING, SPECIFY MUSES
