Lunch time run on sentences because this is what happens when I get inspired and fire random things at folks on skype
Baris had a handful of notes and letters spread across the table that he was pouring over. Lost in his work he didn't notice the priestess come up behind him wearing one of her long resting robes. It wasn't until the warmth of he breasts pressed into his back and her fingers undoing the pony tail he had his hair in that he pulled away from his work to smile in time to hide the dismay he'd been wearing on it earlier. "You know you should wear your hair down more." She said in a soft sing song voice as fingers started to play with his undone hair. Nails played across scalp as she pulled it out then bundled it up again before putting one of her own bands in as she played with his hair. "It would get in the way, besides you have plenty of it for the both of us don't you think." He said glancing back as well as he could until he felt more weight against his back that he happily supported before those lips of hers found the back of his head. He took this time to hide a few of the letters he'd been recieving from a handful of families wondering if he knew what had happened to the sons and daughters that was under his his employ at the shore, another from a few death knights asking if they were the only ones feeling te growing presence in the back of their mind. "What has your attention today Baris, you've been at those letters all day." She breathed out into his hair as he slightly shifted under her at the question. "Letters from and to families of those who worked under me that didn't make it back from the broken shore. A few other concerns." He finished with a assuring smile. "Nothing that a already occupied priestess needs to worry about." He looked up noticing the two in the mirror as he felt a gentle nudge in the back of his mind. Come. To the north. Power. He watched the reflection for a moment before he smiled gently. "Have I told you today that If I knew it took dieing to be with you that I would have done it sooner?" He teased morbidly as he focused on the presence that was currently loosing herself in the dark mop of hair of his than the one making dark promises.
