PSL with scalethewall

[mythalenaste]

There is woodsmoke in the air, a spicy smell drifting toward the darkening heavens.

Pel wraps up in her shawl and settles on a blanket by a firepit just outside the stable. Everything feels light, as if her cares are lifted with the smoke into the sky. Twilight was always her favorite time of day when she was with her clan. It was that blissful time of day between when the chores were done and when it was time to go to bed. These days she likes to use it for prayer, but her prayers have already been offered. Mythal has heard, and Pel has not learned what the answer is to be. The important thing is that it has been offered up, and taken out of her hands.

She hears footsteps and turns quickly--and relaxes when she sees Blackwall, offering a wan smile. No words. They've never really needed words.

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[scalethewall]

He pauses for a moment when her attention snaps to him, offering her a soft, apologetic smile. He hadn't meant to sneak up on her after all.

"May I?" He asks, standing beside her and the blanket. She'd seemed to be deep in thought and if her preference was to be alone for a while, he'd happily give her space.

[mythalenaste]

She softens and scoots over on the blanket. When he's settled, she leans against him, head on his shoulder, revelling in the feel of him large and solid beside her. Every muscle in her seems to unwind. Even his smell is reassuring.

"Good day?"

[scalethewall]

Making room for him is answer enough and he settles down on the blanket beside her, getting comfortable and slipping an arm loosely around her waist as she curled closer.

"As good as any," He says, practically mumbling the words into her hair. "You seem... not troubled, preoccupied? Distracted? What's on your mind, love?"

[mythalenaste]

"Nothing." She smiles faintly. "I like it when I can think about nothing, sometimes. When I'm empty. Then you come and fill me up again."

She looks up at him, not nearly as innocent as she looks.

[scalethewall]

That earns her a chuckle.

"Careful, with talk like that you're liable to get a person excited," He teases, voice dropping lower as he returns her look with a smirk, "Certainly not your intention, I'm sure."

He leans a little closer. Her head is tilted slightly, looking up at him, it's too perfect of an angle not to take advantage of, so he brushes a light kiss to her lips, still smiling slightly.

[mythalenaste]

She chases that kiss, hand coming up to cup the back of his neck and draw him in. Her tongue flicks over his bottom lip. She likes the scratch of his beard, the feeling of being tiny, the way she can turn him on with a light touch if she knows where to apply it.

"I like what happens when you get excited," she murmurs against his lips.

[scalethewall]

It's not just the feeling of her being tiny. She is tiny. At least, comparatively. He has an arm around her waist solidly before he even realizes it, drawing her closer with no effort at all. Her teasing just makes his smirk pull a little wider in obvious approval, turning mischievous.

"That's fortunate then," He chuckles, a deep, low, throaty noise, "For the both of us."