Amalia
the shield of safrin
A fanged yawn, a whispered stretch of limbs, a contortion of her body as she half turns against him, face finding purchase in the rumble of his chest. Still somewhere far from fully awake, Amalia does not realize she is still in leopard form: all she knows is that he is there beside her, and so the world is right.
He reaches for her and she arches into it, instinct driving her to strive for skritches, her cold nose nuzzling against his neck, into the space beneath his beard. Morning, she replies, sleepy and silent, a happy chuff escaping her lips as she turns wide feline eyes up to blink at his face. Slept too much- but her silent laughter and toothy grin make it obvious she does not particularly care. At least, not yet.
Slowly the fur begins to recede, sinking back into human skin as she hooks a leg posessively over his hip, her now girlish lips pressing playfully into his jawline. "Don't you have to go off and do important things somewhere, Mr. General?" Amalia murmurs against his warm flesh, the words punctuated by trailing kisses as her right arm reaches out to trace some of the scars that line his arm. It is obvious the Shield has no intention of letting him leave the bed - if she is blowing off her duties today then so is her Sword.
He reaches for her and she arches into it, instinct driving her to strive for skritches, her cold nose nuzzling against his neck, into the space beneath his beard. Morning, she replies, sleepy and silent, a happy chuff escaping her lips as she turns wide feline eyes up to blink at his face. Slept too much- but her silent laughter and toothy grin make it obvious she does not particularly care. At least, not yet.
Slowly the fur begins to recede, sinking back into human skin as she hooks a leg posessively over his hip, her now girlish lips pressing playfully into his jawline. "Don't you have to go off and do important things somewhere, Mr. General?" Amalia murmurs against his warm flesh, the words punctuated by trailing kisses as her right arm reaches out to trace some of the scars that line his arm. It is obvious the Shield has no intention of letting him leave the bed - if she is blowing off her duties today then so is her Sword.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
