a hand extends, nudging book from his grasp so that she may take his hand instead. absentmindedly toying with fingers as a pleased hum flees lips. oh? and here she thought he’d be far too focused on his studies to notice her absence.
and on some days, i wish our paths had never crossed because you don't know how heartbreaking it is to know that someone like you exists in this world and i can not have you.
hunt this morn, i don’t think they’ll be back for some time. ” a soft hum, one that’s entirely too hopeful that at least they’ll have time to pretend as though this is 𝓇eal.
* this is 𝓅erfect for now
gently, she squeezes his hand as fingers interlace with his own. not daring to waste another second before she’s taking off towards the gardens. silk swaying with every rushed step she takes, “ my father took abelar on another https://t.co/8AWjLPApsS
yes, he expects they might.
his hand is slipping into hers, thoughtlessly. he has plans, as always, to sweep her up the moment he can and carry her about but this is fine, for now.
how pitiful. do the maesters believe their .. ‘wisdom’ (nonsense) will disappear if not crammed into his skull every waking moment ? .. how dreamy. come quickly, they can’t waste another moment