Dark eyes lifted to meet with the view of her, hands brought to either side of her hips to administer a light squeeze in return for her affections. The green of his skin brightened under the sunlight, his features softening due to
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The half elf seemed to drift from the bed to the fireplace, making sure that it wasn’t smothered over the night.
Hearing the groan, she stepped back over to her other half, and bent over, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Good morning, Farrn, my d-dear…”
Hands resting against —
Much like always, @PureBibliophile was awake before her green clad lover — allowing sunlight through the window of their cabin to awaken him first. A tired groan echoed through the room as he sat up, soaking in the warmth of said light.
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even exist from his loin. ❜
He’d stand, lifting the skinned prey and wrapping them in a bundle with some twine around the feet.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ So no. He did not. ❜
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ 𝘏m. I see. ❜ He’d mutter in response, letting his gaze linger on the way she cleaned her hands free of red — the stain it left behind hugging her skin.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ . . . My father knows nothing of me or that I
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" He did — although we both found that my handwork in gutting was much better than the actual kill . . "
Finishing up , she looked over as she said her thanks while taking the rag to wipe her hands .
" what about you ? your father took you hunting a lot ? "
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ Your father took you hunting often then ? ❜
A rag was brought up from the ground to wipe away at the blood on his hands, then offering it to her.
Moss can enter a dormant, dried-out state, appearing dead, but easily "wakes up" and regains color and life when rehydrated with water, a process called reanimation.