Begining a perfect day
Namor does not cook.
He has plenty of servants and staff to make that happen for him.
This morning Lady Phillipa's favorite dishes, or at least the ones she has shown to prefer here in Atlantis, are made for her and delivered to the Avenging Son. He walks them into the room where she is sleeping and settles the tray down. He settles himself on the side of her bed.
In his mind he still has yet to become adjusted to thinking of her as his beloved, though it be truth. It is hard for him to think this way, it is hard for him to accept this situation. He dislikes and situation where he does not feel in control and emotions are certainly a place where he is not in control.
Looking down at her, he wonders how he will ever manage to stop feeling so very protective.
He has plenty of servants and staff to make that happen for him.
This morning Lady Phillipa's favorite dishes, or at least the ones she has shown to prefer here in Atlantis, are made for her and delivered to the Avenging Son. He walks them into the room where she is sleeping and settles the tray down. He settles himself on the side of her bed.
In his mind he still has yet to become adjusted to thinking of her as his beloved, though it be truth. It is hard for him to think this way, it is hard for him to accept this situation. He dislikes and situation where he does not feel in control and emotions are certainly a place where he is not in control.
Looking down at her, he wonders how he will ever manage to stop feeling so very protective.