A Resolved Heart

Ruth had never been so grateful that he enjoyed his clothes loose in fitting. He willed his hips to remain still even as she slipped her weight off him. Not that she was heavy, no, he was an idiot, but he knew two things never to comment on, one being the age of the woman or her weight, not if didn’t want to be eviscerated where he stood.. Lay, whatever.

This was the second time he had found himself on his back with her next to him, and Ruth wondered if this was some twisted game or the universe was laughing at him.

What? And conform? Doubtful. He’d scoff, hands shifting the shades back over his eyes with a delicate flick of his index. Deny the world of their Ruthmillion? Pfft. I don’t make promises I won’t keep. Yes he did. Ruth constantly pushed against the grain of acceptability, though their… relationship was becoming uncanny, comfortable, though Ruth didn’t understand why which gave rise to his rebellious behaviour. He kept his grin even, casting her a sideward look as she mentioned kissing his bruises. Uhuh.

Ruth sat up looking at the pile of netting and pulleys, his grin widening when she tried to match his teasing. It was adorable how flushed she became when attempting to go toe to toe with him, causing the elf to chuckle, brow arching. How’d you know? I could be subtle, maybe, no… not with her, But then you’d miss my cheek, and we all know it’s my mouth that gets you all riled up. He needed to stand, adjust himself and do the thing he came to do.

Slowly he pulled himself up to stand, offering her a hand while she asked the reason for his visit. Besides coming for the Ruthmillion fix? he’d snicker, shaking his head after a moment. Got an invite for you from Nairn. He wants you at his wedding to the Stoner, he’d roll a shoulder while looking for the envelope in his robes. Guess the fool is worried he might choke on the vows or something, and as funny as that would be, I don’t fancy dealing with that and a distraught bride on my own.

@Theodora Oridotti