gorlois | (no subject)

It's fine. [she says tone soft, managing somehow to return his small smile with one of her own. It was and it wasn't. All the blood ... she would never be able to unsee it, all the blood meant he ... and she - But she didn't mind that he had gotten her dirty, held her close, because it just meant that he could.] I'll deal with it later.

I didn't know spirits could... [he presses a kiss to her cheek] But I'm glad.[For however long it lasts.] You're beautiful even dirty.

...that came out wrong.

Spirits could? [She prompted .... before turning red. This time the smile was more genuine even though still small]

Knave.

Touch. [he proves his point by nuzzling her cheek a little]

Now there's a frightful thought. being called a knave for all of eternity. [he sounds far more amused than anything, however.]

[Alyss rolls her eyes and she lightly slaps his shoulder, before her fingers linger on his armor, on him curving over the slop and leaning into his touch]

It should be terrifying. [She's glad that he's amused but for a moment she had felt like she might never get to say it again. Anywhere.]

Yes. I'm afraid of being slapped and kissed and called wicked things. [his smile is more genuine, now, because no matter the trauma he always brightens up around her.]

...I'm glad I'm here.

You should be. I'm very threatening. [Alyss attempted to pout she failed miserably, still caught up in the previous moment but at the same time feeling how her mouth tugged upward in amusment]

I'm glad you're here as well. [Small grin]

So I see. [and he's only half teasing. She has her ways of being scary. Women.]

...I think we're getting distracted again.

Hmn. Let's hope you do.

Because you're distracting! [But she is grinning. She returns her attention to his armour. Unaware of how the room creates a seperate room just for them.]

That's right, blame your poor husband for everything. [but he looks so upset about it, really. Not. His hands move from her to the armor. He wants to be rid of it if only for her benefit, so his hands move to the buckles and ties and begin taking it off]

Because I'm sure that you mind so much. [Smile of amusement] And honestly it is typically your fault, you must admit. [Smile becomes a grin]

[Alyss had really liked his armor .... Between the two of them they get it off quickly enough]

So everyone tells me. [nips her lower lip playfully.

There was blood and mud soaked into his shirt, which as torn where the swords had pierced his skin that now exposed his new scars. Still angry and dark pink... ]

Oh. [She murmurs, air pushing out from between her open mouth as a tiny smile tugs her lips. She shivers, lightly from his actions.

Alyss is momentarily distracted when he pulls away, a smile tugging harder at her mouth one that completely disappears upon the sight of the dried blood on his shirt and his angry scars.

She swallows her tears down, very visibly, as a hand reaches out to touch one. Another one for her to hate, yet love in her own odd way. Alyss isn't quite sure how she'll feel about this one when it is all said an done. But she thinks that despite it equalling forver for her, she will hate it more that the rest. Because it also equals his death and represents the fact that their daughter is now without both parents.

That has her ducking her head, attempting to blink back tears]

[He watches her smile wilt and frowns, cradles her face in his hands. Still strong even if a dead man being so... alive, doesn't seem quite right.]

Shh... It'll be alright. It'll be alright.

[She wants to know what will ... Their daughter ... him ... But Alyss is ever the optimist. Even if she must convince herself, forcefully. She pushes a smile to her lips and nods] It will be.

She's a brave girl. [he knows who she's worried about at least in part, and hopes to god he is right about it.]

She is. [Alyss readily agrees] Intelligent and stubborn. [But she's just a little girl and ... she nods]

...as much as I would give to have it be otherwise, we cannot change her fate in this. [because as much as you know him, Alyss? He knows you. Loves that you care so much, hates that it hurts you so.]

[Of course he does. Hitting that nail right on the head. She will draw in a sharp breath, nodding, not letting it go for a moment before exhaling] Let's get you out of the rest of these clothes.

All right. [he agree's, softly, leaning back enough so he cab begin to pull off his shirt.]

[Alyss nibbles lightly on her lip, seeing the scars in full sight, she reaches up and lightly touches it again. She then ducks her head and presses a careful kiss by one before pulling away and off the bed. She holds one of her hands out to him]

[He watches her, careful, trying not to make her upset again and is surprised when she kisses near one. Gorlois takes her hand and stands when she moves off the bed.]

My lady?

[A rather large tub appears. She looks back at him with a smile, before quirking up a brow and looking pointedly at his breeches. Then back at him with a grin] I'm going to bathe you, my lord.

[Oh. Oh right. heh. Gorlois takes his boot and breeches off, slower than usual but otherwise there's not much of a difference. He might be grinning just a little. Hey if this is the afterlife? he's not going to complain.]

As you wish, my Lady.

[See her rolling her eyes. But she can't help giggle at the grin on his face, even if she quite notices that he is a bit slow.] Oh, I do. I wish it very much, my lord. [flirty, teasing tone]