Only because you mentioned this on Twitter.... Jessamine / Corvo ♔ :Finding the other wearing their clothes. ;3
♔: Finding the other wearing their clothes.
“Good night, Corvo,” Emily said, pulling the comforter up to her chin.
Sweet dreams, he signed as he stood up. Emily freed her hands from the blanket and mimicked the motions back to him.
“Oh, Mother wanted to see you before you went to bed,” Emily added, wrapping herself back into the blanket.
Corvo nodded. He leaned down and tucked the blanket tightly around Emily’s little frame before sweeping her hair out of her face and kissing her forehead. He turned and headed to the door, and ignored the smooching sounds Emily made as he turned out the light.
Down the hall and up the stairs, past all the guards that strolled the halls (who stopped and stood at attention as Corvo walked by). He checked that his coat was straight, and his hair was smooth and stopped when he reached Jessamine’s door. Corvo raised his hand and rapped his knuckles against the wood in a quick pattern – their knock.
“Enter,” she called from the other side and Corvo opened the door.
Jessamine was seated in a large wingback chair facing the fire with her bare legs draped over the arm rest. Her hair was down, the dark curls cast over her shoulder. A book was balanced on her lap, while she swirled a glass of whiskey in one hand. She looked up when Corvo entered and a smile spread across her face.
“Good evening,” she said calmly. “Did you have a nice day?”
Corvo stared at her, slack-jawed and dumbfounded. He had seen her in everything – from gowns that suited her title and heritage to nothing at all, but he had to admit that seeing her lounging in one of his own shirts was a far better treat than any of the others. The shoulders were too wide on her and the sleeves were too long, but she had taken care as to which buttons got fastened over her body.
Jessamine looked down at it and then back to Corvo. “Does that bother you?”
Corvo paused for a moment before crossing over to the chair. He leaned down, took Jessamine’s chin in his hand and kissed her, softly and deeply.
Beautiful, he signed when he sat back on his heels.
Jessamine smirked and pulled him back to her by his collar.
“Maybe I should steal your clothes more often.”