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✪ Leanne v 0 v <3
✪ Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.
“I should be doing this for you,” Leanne commented as the crane’s careful hands rubbed her shoulders. She was cautious and timid, avoiding the slightest brush against delicate heron feathers. Despite their weakness, the herons were finding a way to survive. Leanne and Reyson were rebuilding, both literally and proverbially, the kingdom they once knew.
It was stressful, to say the least.
“I would think that Naesala has nearly brought you to heart attack by now,” Leanne joked. “I shall have to massage your shoulders next.”
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♥ Laying by their side and watching them while they sleep with a fond smile.
His face was lax when he slept. No pretenses, no facades, just him and his dreams. Assuming they were pleasant, he must look something like a fallen angel amidst the sheets.
That was his assumption, at least, when one eye cracked open and he saw her looking at him with such a tender expression. Sunlight was just beginning to trickle in around the drapes of their bedroom. It reflected a gentle pink hue off of her white silk night clothes, and tinted her hair with warmth. She looked more like an angel than he ever could, but there was something in the way she looked at him which made his heart clench.
“...Morning,” Naesala murmured. “See something you like?”
Chuntao only nodded before leaning forward to kiss the ruffled hair along his brow.
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★ Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.
The sun shone in a harsh, dry glare, but it was hard to tell when perched beneath the shade. Lounging his head back into his wife’s lap, the raven king was enjoying this moment of absolute spoil.
His mouth tipped open, a candied date dropped between his lips by a pair of pale fingers. In her other hand, she held a lengthy letter from her sister, reading to herself while still managing to indulge him. What a woman, to put up with his behavior so well.
“By the Gods, you must really love me,” Naesala commented with light humor.
“It would seem so,” Chun replied, her voice distant as she tried to focus on him and the letter both.
He smirked wider, reaching up a hand to toy with the drapery of her hanfu. “You’re an idiot, but I’m at peace with it.”
“As am I, dear husband.”
“I think someone had a little accident with Chihese ink...”
The sight of his daughter-- her face puckered and on the verge of tears as her little hands and dress were stained in black ink-- should have made Naesala sympathetic or sad. But it made him stifle laughter instead. He was a horrible father sometimes.
“Oh no... Enudia, what did you do?” he chuckled, carefully coming to scoop the girl up and balance her on his hip as he walked her out of the library. The toddler could barely make out words, instead whimpering against her father’s shoulder.
He looked to Chun instead. “Let me guess... the ink bottle was very shiny? And she dropped it?”
“Mm…your kid before five in the morning.”
Fair enough.
Naesala smirked as he groaned and rolled over, flopping out of bed and onto his feet. He yawned and muttered, “Yes yes, fine,” to his wife as he dragged himself to the bassinet in the corner. By now, with baby number five, Chun had stopped fretting over each little whimper and whine. Now she just sent him, trusting him to take care of things himself.
With a grunt, he scooped the little baby raven up, tucking her into the crook of his arm before offering a knuckle to gum and suckle on. She wasn’t hungry, she just needed soothing after she’d woken herself up.
“There you go, little princess,” he yawned, turning back to glance at his wife. “No thanks to Mama either, huh? All thanks to your Baba~”
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HAIR: Coarse, thick, smooth. Black as night with the slightest blue sheen of a moonlit skin. A shorter length near the front, leaving a few locks that hang too short near his eyes and ears. But long enough still to keep pulled back in a thin ponytail or a formal top knot if need be.
EYES: Deep and dark. Pupils almost becoming one and the same with his irises. Irises are very sable, with the hints of a reddish hue which shine the brightest in the light and often make his mahogany eyes look red more than anything else. They are thin, long eyes, appearing to view the world through a constant look of tired bemusement. Slanted up at their ends, a devious sort of expression.
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