There's a familiar arrangement of limbs here that plays on her subconscious as she curls up against him. Face to his chest (hers), arms draped bonelessly around him (tracing the tattoo on her back), it's not close enough to do anything but tease out sensory memory.
She mumbles something else, but it's lost in his shirt and spoken in broken Elven anyway.
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Date: 2020-08-24 10:38 pm (UTC)She mumbles something else, but it's lost in his shirt and spoken in broken Elven anyway.