@hisdutyishonor ⠀
⠀ ⠀⠀— a hushed tone, shifting slightly to lock eyes with him, a plea veiled in her gaze. “ there will not be another war... even if i have to spend every waking moment in prayer to prevent it. you won’t have to endure such horrors again. ”
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⠀ ⠀⠀catelyn’s arms slip around @hisdutyishonor’s frame from behind, lips pressed against his spine, fingers caressing over his torso.
“ come back to bed… ‘tis entirely too early. ”
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@hisdutyishonor ⠀
⠀ ⠀⠀— fingers delicately capturing his chin between her thumb and forefinger, gently guiding his face towards hers. with a tender touch, she traced the silhouette of his face, the curve of his bottom lip, seeking a deeper connection.
“ listen to me, ” she implored in —
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@hisdutyishonor ⠀
⠀ ⠀⠀— the last… was he truly ready for another?
the redhead squeezed his hand, her other hand traveling to cup his cheek, stroking it gently.
“ if it is a war they desire, i will not let you go anywhere. ” she muttered, albeit attempting at a joke to ease his —
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@hisdutyishonor ⠀
⠀ ⠀⠀“ no, ” the female muttered, sitting up herself as she did so, reaching out to stroke her fingers through the male’s hair gently and allow them a moment in silence while she weighed her words, attempting to find a gentler way to go about it. “ but something is on —
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@hisdutyishonor ⠀
⠀ ⠀⠀she watches as the leather falls before moving to slip back under the furs, having had removed herself form their warmth in nothing but her nightgown. she swore the ice was seeping into her bones.
“ there is still time ‘till then, ” cat muttered and lifted the —
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@hisdutyishonor ⠀
⠀ ⠀⠀“ come back, ” catelyn presses and her hand turns over so that she can lace her fingers with his own, remaining on the spot but tilting her head to better look at him.
he (* looked ) tired but he also sounded tired.
“ i would rather you keep me awake while in my —
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