“My wonderful, beautiful,” Laela murmured, stroking her hand along the exquisite curve of her #beloved’s neck.
“Who are you talking to, Princess?” Orn peeked his head halfway out of the dividing partition of their room.
“I… uh.” She muttered as she threw a blanket over the bed with her.
“Were you holding your bow and arrows?
“”No. Go back to cleaning your sword.”
“You’re weird, elf.” He withdrew his head, paused, and peeked back around. “Those better not be for me.”
“Well, they weren’t ’til just now.” She hissed at him, and threw a cleaning rag at him before he could duck completely away again.
#SS2Write
"My wonderful, beautiful," Laela murmured, stroking her hand along the exquisite curve of her #beloved's neck.
"Who are you talking to, Princess?" Orn peeked his head halfway out of the dividing partition of their room.
— Matthew Siadak (@msiadak) April 2, 2021
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