[Her smile is the music he wishes most to hear, and with it returns the easy peace of the morning as he has come to know it when shared with her. Gently he pulls the blankets from over their heads that he can climb out of bed, but he takes care not to leave her exposed to the chill of the room. He is wholly unabashed by his nudity as he bends to retrieve his lyre from where it rests on the floor, propped against the wall. His movements are languid so as to allow her eyes the chance to linger. For the cool air that braces his body, his nipples stand pert; for the haziness of morning and the warmth they had nurtured in the cradle of one another's bodies, he is half aroused.
He comes to join her once more, now atop the covers so as to let her hold onto the warmth they had together built. At the foot of the bed drapes one of his cloaks, for the benefit of draping one's body in large rectangles of fabric is that one's wardrobe doubles as bedding, and this he pulls loosely over his lap ere he sets the lyre upon his thigh.
With a toss of his proud head, sending his golden curls flying over his shoulders, he begins to idly pluck scales and stray scraps of songs from the strings.]
This is a new song I wish to try - forgive me then if it is not to your liking.
[He teases her with a grin and bends to press a kiss to her forehead through the frantic disarray of pink locks.]
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He comes to join her once more, now atop the covers so as to let her hold onto the warmth they had together built. At the foot of the bed drapes one of his cloaks, for the benefit of draping one's body in large rectangles of fabric is that one's wardrobe doubles as bedding, and this he pulls loosely over his lap ere he sets the lyre upon his thigh.
With a toss of his proud head, sending his golden curls flying over his shoulders, he begins to idly pluck scales and stray scraps of songs from the strings.]
This is a new song I wish to try - forgive me then if it is not to your liking.
[He teases her with a grin and bends to press a kiss to her forehead through the frantic disarray of pink locks.]