[She's small in his lap, something she is used to, but he's broad. She can feel the way his muscles move under her, and she thinks she fits nicely against that. She feels comfortable, safe even, though that's never been a question in her mind. Her hands end up at his shoulders as he kisses her slowly, and she smiles against his lips.
They're both looking for something in the other person. It isn't lonely, but it isn't stifling for her, to have that familiarity like it might have been if others from Westeros arrived here. Alicent, Criston, the others, they would come with their own ideas of what should happen. Maybe Daemon would be different, but it's hard to have hope for him when she might have already lost him to her own marriage vows.
Now she doesn't have to think about that. She just leans her forehead against his, looking down at him as she does. A hand wipes some of his hair back away from his face.]
It is a nice face. Handsome, strong. It has seen too many things though. [Things she hopes to share with him now, to ease whatever burden he's carried alone for so long.]
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They're both looking for something in the other person. It isn't lonely, but it isn't stifling for her, to have that familiarity like it might have been if others from Westeros arrived here. Alicent, Criston, the others, they would come with their own ideas of what should happen. Maybe Daemon would be different, but it's hard to have hope for him when she might have already lost him to her own marriage vows.
Now she doesn't have to think about that. She just leans her forehead against his, looking down at him as she does. A hand wipes some of his hair back away from his face.]
It is a nice face. Handsome, strong. It has seen too many things though. [Things she hopes to share with him now, to ease whatever burden he's carried alone for so long.]