[ Another time, another place, and perhaps he would be more sour, more bitter, more cruel towards her for her sweetness, for the tenderness she gives. For all that this place has given him more to be angry over, more to be enraged by, it has also given him more time to bask in the joy of being with his wife, of enjoying their time together, of being able to do no more than be the married couple they had always enjoyed being.
Daemon makes a better husband and father than he does a brother, it seems, and he permits himself the weakness of relying on his wife for the briefest of moments. He had bent the knee to her, after all, and had given her vow upon vow; he intends to keep those words.
Leaning into her touch, he sighs softly, turning his head to press a kiss to the soft edge of her palm. ]
I can make do.
[ It's not the first time he has been wounded and needed to undress, at least. ]
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Daemon makes a better husband and father than he does a brother, it seems, and he permits himself the weakness of relying on his wife for the briefest of moments. He had bent the knee to her, after all, and had given her vow upon vow; he intends to keep those words.
Leaning into her touch, he sighs softly, turning his head to press a kiss to the soft edge of her palm. ]
I can make do.
[ It's not the first time he has been wounded and needed to undress, at least. ]
Will you join me?