Jan 18, 2017
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"Now, now,” Roland starts; fascinated swiftly and completely with Leonardo’s head of long, silky hair; silently marveling at its length and its generous amount of texture, as he braids it downward from the roots at the top of his scalp. They sit completely comfortable ‘pon the tossed blankets of the bed, loosely clothed and hair mussed, drowsy, warmed from the fresh logs burning in the opened mouth of their small, meager hearth.
“What song was playing as thou did strum the lute? The one for the impossible duet of thy Cupid’s chosen?” Roguishly doth Roland’s eyebrows bounce. “Was this all at once? Or borne separately?”
