Soon your duties will not be those of a son, but a husband. [ And she hopes to be far from his thoughts when that time comes — but she also knows, in the same breath, that he is referring to his duties as her heir, rather than any obligation he might feel to her as his mother.
Her fingers curl around his more definitively, as his do, and she turns, without thinking, to rest her cheek against his hand, a brief nuzzling that precedes the soft press of her lips to his knuckles. It is a gesture she would not offer toward anyone, especially when it is her hand that is most often held out in expectation of kisses, but her appreciation and fondness permeate through it.
His remark, then, prompts a playfully defiant look, followed by a scoff, and she lifts her arm slightly, indicating the space where he can tuck himself against the side of her body, the way he used to curl in when he was still a little boy. The way Luke had, weeks before Storm's End, even after insisting he was much too grown for it. A part of her aches, now, to recall the memory, and she does not think she can be blamed for selfishness here. ]
Come. [ A soft entreaty — because she wants him snuggled up against her, because it may be the last time they have opportunity for such a thing ever again. ]
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Her fingers curl around his more definitively, as his do, and she turns, without thinking, to rest her cheek against his hand, a brief nuzzling that precedes the soft press of her lips to his knuckles. It is a gesture she would not offer toward anyone, especially when it is her hand that is most often held out in expectation of kisses, but her appreciation and fondness permeate through it.
His remark, then, prompts a playfully defiant look, followed by a scoff, and she lifts her arm slightly, indicating the space where he can tuck himself against the side of her body, the way he used to curl in when he was still a little boy. The way Luke had, weeks before Storm's End, even after insisting he was much too grown for it. A part of her aches, now, to recall the memory, and she does not think she can be blamed for selfishness here. ]
Come. [ A soft entreaty — because she wants him snuggled up against her, because it may be the last time they have opportunity for such a thing ever again. ]