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Cinnamon Swirl - Ties That Bind
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Timeframe : late 1250's
You say don't act like a child
But what if it’s a father I need?
Its not like you don't know what you got yourself into
Dont tell me I'm the one who’s nieve
_____- Allison Iraheta “Scars”
“You don’t have to hold me so tightly.” Lyssa found herself addressing an armpit.
As if to spite her, Rune gave her another squeeze and she laughed.
“I want to make sure I can remember what it feels like.”
His hands slid to her shoulders and Lyssa pried her face out of his chest to raise a brow at him.
“For when you get yourself killed,” he said, in that tone he always had for jokes that weren’t really jokes.
Lyssa worked a hand free and used it to smack him on the arm. “That’s not funny,” she said.
“Neither was jumping off that roof,” he said, and all the would be humor was gone from his voice. “You need to be more careful.”
Lyssa rolled her eyes. “I have a god on my side. I don’t need-”
“Fire, Lyss.” Rune’s hands tightened on her shoulders, and she could see the tension in his jaw. “You have fire. What are you going to do, break your fall with a bunch of sparks?”
“No, see the cart that was parked along the wall took care of that.”
He sighed so heavily it all but erupted from him, and Lyssa swallowed a laugh at the thought of steam pouring from his ears.
“What about kissing me?” She wriggled in his grasp until she had her arms looped up around the back of his neck. “You’re not going to want to forget what that’s like, are you?”
Main Entry
Timeframe : late 1250's
You say don't act like a child
But what if it’s a father I need?
Its not like you don't know what you got yourself into
Dont tell me I'm the one who’s nieve
_____- Allison Iraheta “Scars”
“You don’t have to hold me so tightly.” Lyssa found herself addressing an armpit.
As if to spite her, Rune gave her another squeeze and she laughed.
“I want to make sure I can remember what it feels like.”
His hands slid to her shoulders and Lyssa pried her face out of his chest to raise a brow at him.
“For when you get yourself killed,” he said, in that tone he always had for jokes that weren’t really jokes.
Lyssa worked a hand free and used it to smack him on the arm. “That’s not funny,” she said.
“Neither was jumping off that roof,” he said, and all the would be humor was gone from his voice. “You need to be more careful.”
Lyssa rolled her eyes. “I have a god on my side. I don’t need-”
“Fire, Lyss.” Rune’s hands tightened on her shoulders, and she could see the tension in his jaw. “You have fire. What are you going to do, break your fall with a bunch of sparks?”
“No, see the cart that was parked along the wall took care of that.”
He sighed so heavily it all but erupted from him, and Lyssa swallowed a laugh at the thought of steam pouring from his ears.
“What about kissing me?” She wriggled in his grasp until she had her arms looped up around the back of his neck. “You’re not going to want to forget what that’s like, are you?”