ponderous are ornate velvet drapes in their parting, but a tug, two from sylphlike digits & sunshine is free to illuminate dimly lit room. ‘tis a small but meaningful gesture on her part, one to make these confines of his just that much more enjoyable. she has noticed how the weeks spent in this room have gradually stolen away his vibrancy, bore witness to the toll this bed rest has taken on him; all she wants is for his recovery to hasten, but there is naught she finds herself able to do to help. ( and does that not weigh so heavily ‘pon delicate shoulders? ) still, gentle smile adorns countenance as she pads over to their bed ------ for she would never allow own burden to add to his.
❛ your hair has grown so long, mon bonheur, ❜ she muses, carefully perching ‘pon edge of bed that she might face him. fingers ghosting idly along his cheekbone precedes them carding through brunet locks. ❛ perhaps i could cut it ------ ? ❜
@wisdomrisen; flynn ( call ! )
