[alright, he wins. for now. she turns her head and readjusts how she leans into him, and for a good long while she's actually content. the stress and tension brought on by the last few months continues to weigh her down, but if she shuts her mind off for a little bit... just for this moment... it doesn't feel as heavy. and it's fine, isn't it? julian proved himself to be trustworthy ages ago. she can let her guard down and try to relax.
listening to his heart beating in his chest seems to help too, along with the rumble of his humming. it's only when he's halfway through that she recognizes the tune for what it is — an old folksong from the south. one she'd hummed to herself one night when she'd thought he was asleep with his head in her lap, and again when she believed herself to be alone and working on... something. was she cooking? or fixing something? it doesn't matter in the end. what sticks out is he remembered it, and had always been listening in some way or another.
damn if that doesn't get her ears going pink. thank goodness for long hair.]
...You really are a man of many talents, aren't you? Flattery, tales, song...
[magic. maybe that's what she was picking up on? it'd make sense.]
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listening to his heart beating in his chest seems to help too, along with the rumble of his humming. it's only when he's halfway through that she recognizes the tune for what it is — an old folksong from the south. one she'd hummed to herself one night when she'd thought he was asleep with his head in her lap, and again when she believed herself to be alone and working on... something. was she cooking? or fixing something? it doesn't matter in the end. what sticks out is he remembered it, and had always been listening in some way or another.
damn if that doesn't get her ears going pink. thank goodness for long hair.]
...You really are a man of many talents, aren't you? Flattery, tales, song...
[magic. maybe that's what she was picking up on? it'd make sense.]