[ he wouldn't attribute his misery to her, per se, but to the idea that she and everyone else seems to buy into — that he is never anyone's first choice. not for the throne, not to wed, not for the things that matter to him. and he can't fault her or his family or anyone else, and perhaps that's why the truth remains painfully wedged between his ribs, because it has nowhere else to go. it simply is, and despite the countless nights it's kept him awake, it doesn't deter him from striving to be the best at everything he does anyway.
her request earns her a smile even while he can see the pain schooled away behind her expression. he's only heard about the hell that she and mal have been through at the darkling's hands, but all the impressions of it are plain to see for anyone who cares enough to look. his mouth presses to the tumble of her hair when she leans in, exhaling sharply when he feels her grind down against his leg. ]
I, for one, love a difficult woman. [ she finds his hand, and he squeezes back tightly in a warm, reassuring grip. ] Your conviction. Your strong will. Your inability to be led where you don't want to go. All of those things are what makes you so appealing.
[ he wants her to hear it, even if it goes unspoken. all the things the darkling didn't want about you are exactly why i asked you to be my queen.
even now, right in this moment, she's practically thrown the gauntlet at his feet. he pulls their twined hands to his mouth, kissing her knuckles before letting go and reversing their positions yet again, grinning down at her when she ends up back against the pillows. he kisses down her throat while his hand disappears beneath the sheets, running down the line of her body, down her waist and past her hips, down to the bunched end of her gown to grasp the fabric and pull it higher. ]
I would be a little less of anything for you. [ his mouth finds hers again, humming softly as he kisses her, his hand moving at the same moment to draw his fingers between her legs, only a thin bit of fabric separating them. he presses down to feel her warmth. ] Just don't ask me to be less handsome. It's a difficult and uncomfortable request.
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her request earns her a smile even while he can see the pain schooled away behind her expression. he's only heard about the hell that she and mal have been through at the darkling's hands, but all the impressions of it are plain to see for anyone who cares enough to look. his mouth presses to the tumble of her hair when she leans in, exhaling sharply when he feels her grind down against his leg. ]
I, for one, love a difficult woman. [ she finds his hand, and he squeezes back tightly in a warm, reassuring grip. ] Your conviction. Your strong will. Your inability to be led where you don't want to go. All of those things are what makes you so appealing.
[ he wants her to hear it, even if it goes unspoken. all the things the darkling didn't want about you are exactly why i asked you to be my queen.
even now, right in this moment, she's practically thrown the gauntlet at his feet. he pulls their twined hands to his mouth, kissing her knuckles before letting go and reversing their positions yet again, grinning down at her when she ends up back against the pillows. he kisses down her throat while his hand disappears beneath the sheets, running down the line of her body, down her waist and past her hips, down to the bunched end of her gown to grasp the fabric and pull it higher. ]
I would be a little less of anything for you. [ his mouth finds hers again, humming softly as he kisses her, his hand moving at the same moment to draw his fingers between her legs, only a thin bit of fabric separating them. he presses down to feel her warmth. ] Just don't ask me to be less handsome. It's a difficult and uncomfortable request.