Rich, coming from the man with the coldest hands this side of the True Sea.
[ though it’s said in a laugh, nose wrinkling at the kiss. she adores this side of him that he often buries in ketterdam — softer, less presentable. it almost feels as if they’re in a bubble, something inej treasures. it’s a rare thing, when they can be completely unbothered and free of responsibility. they can be themselves, without reputation or title.
she tilts his head slightly, just enough for another lazy kiss, murmuring: ]
I love you, you know.
[ just in case he forgot, in the span of a few hours since she last said it. ]
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[ though it’s said in a laugh, nose wrinkling at the kiss. she adores this side of him that he often buries in ketterdam — softer, less presentable. it almost feels as if they’re in a bubble, something inej treasures. it’s a rare thing, when they can be completely unbothered and free of responsibility. they can be themselves, without reputation or title.
she tilts his head slightly, just enough for another lazy kiss, murmuring: ]
I love you, you know.
[ just in case he forgot, in the span of a few hours since she last said it. ]