you are such a soft and messy thing, nobody knows how to take care of you
“I might be inclined to steal them if they’re interesting enough,” she teases, amused by his reticence. “Though I might anyway just for the excitement of stealing from a dragon and seeing the reaction.” The intrigued, eager gleam in her eyes makes it clear this is a definite possibility in the near future, no matter the repercussions. It’s the equivalent of a challenging heist which is catnip for the Valkyrie. So even though she’s more intrigued by the fantasy novels than anything historical, it already implants itself into her mind as a target.
The tables turn on her immediately however, and her cheeks go only darker as he croons her name in disbelief, making her choke a laugh and tilt her head to the ceiling in the vain hopes of not utterly combusting. The way he says it is just - Gods. He can surely feel the way her fluster fills the bond with girlish embarrassment, fluster, and butterflies. “Sunjata!” she parrots, though it’s far more strained and pockmarked with the titters of laughter. Falling quiet only when she looks down and sees the tenderness in his eyes. Then she drops her forehead onto his shoulder, nose against his clavicle as she groans. “Yes. It’s the striped one.” And he can surely feel the helpless grin pressed into his skin.
“So many sweaters and mittens. I don’t know why but mittens in particular are a favorite, and so easy to steal in Halo.” And both easily lost and easily replaced, so nobody ever questions it. “I stole Nate’s jacket for a while, and then had a tailor recreate it. But it didn’t smell the same.” Not that she’d bothered to remove it for that reason. What else? “A few of Melita’s socks because she’s hard to steal from. Beanies, sometimes. If the den starts getting too big I sneak items back to their owners and take something else,” she laughs into the salt of his skin.
The tables turn on her immediately however, and her cheeks go only darker as he croons her name in disbelief, making her choke a laugh and tilt her head to the ceiling in the vain hopes of not utterly combusting. The way he says it is just - Gods. He can surely feel the way her fluster fills the bond with girlish embarrassment, fluster, and butterflies. “Sunjata!” she parrots, though it’s far more strained and pockmarked with the titters of laughter. Falling quiet only when she looks down and sees the tenderness in his eyes. Then she drops her forehead onto his shoulder, nose against his clavicle as she groans. “Yes. It’s the striped one.” And he can surely feel the helpless grin pressed into his skin.
“So many sweaters and mittens. I don’t know why but mittens in particular are a favorite, and so easy to steal in Halo.” And both easily lost and easily replaced, so nobody ever questions it. “I stole Nate’s jacket for a while, and then had a tailor recreate it. But it didn’t smell the same.” Not that she’d bothered to remove it for that reason. What else? “A few of Melita’s socks because she’s hard to steal from. Beanies, sometimes. If the den starts getting too big I sneak items back to their owners and take something else,” she laughs into the salt of his skin.
