Your beauty never ever scared me.

[inuyasock]

Through Their Eyes
a description meme

how it goes

Give: Preferences, information, etc.
Get: Your character, described, as seen by others and their points of view. Possibly shippy (but not necessarily). Hopefully complimentary (but not necessarily). Because sometimes, you need an extra set of eyes to see what's obvious.

Comments

[aspolyhymnia]

So I will fit with the women in your family then. That pleases me.

[darotisentys]

Good. A ring it is.

[aspolyhymnia]

[she doesn’t have Targaryen blood, but she looks very much like she could, especially with Cannibal]

You wear none, not even a signet.

[darotisentys]

I do not find it necessary.

[aspolyhymnia]

Would you consider one?

[she takes one of his hands and traces his fingers as if studying them]

[darotisentys]

Unlikely. It would get in the way of Vhagar's reins and my sword grip.

[aspolyhymnia]

[She nods, his reasons are completely sound. The grip on a dragon is critical especially for as big as Vhagar is]

How can I mark you as mine? Shall I remember to leave a bruise on your throat every night?

[darotisentys]

I would prefer if you did not. A pendant? Something I could fix to my belt, perhaps.

[aspolyhymnia]

Occasional bruises? [she teases] A pendant could be quite nice.

[darotisentys]

Mm. It could be.

[aspolyhymnia]

If you prefer nothing that is fine as well.

[darotisentys]

It is not unreasonable for you to want me to have something similar.

[aspolyhymnia]

I will consider how to personalise a pendant to suit you.

[darotisentys]

And I will wear it.

[The servant comes to tell them the bath is ready.]

Shall we?

[aspolyhymnia]

[she is quite happy he’s amenable to wearing something. It’s the symbolism.

She stands and stretches a little. Over her life, Stella has been around enough wealth to be accustomed to servants. Though Stella is quite kind to them.]

I absolutely am.

[darotisentys]

[A hand at the small of her back guides her toward a more private room where the bathtub sits. He removes his belt and jacket before turning his attention back toward her.]

Would you like help?

[aspolyhymnia]

[That little touch is quietly intimate, it’s an affectionate little thing as he brings her to the bath.

She divests of her jacket and toes off her shoes.]

Please, there are always too many laces on these.

[her dresses are fine pieces of work, beautiful silks that suit her, but they come with complexity. She really prefers the trousers that she has for riding]

[darotisentys]

[He's much better at this now, untying her laces. There's been plenty of practice after all. A kiss to the back of her neck as he starts undressing her.]

[aspolyhymnia]

[they spend far more nights together than not. He has gotten very proficient at getting her out of her clothes.

There is still a thrill to letting him unwrap her]

[darotisentys]

[It's still a pleasure for him, seeing her dress fall to the floor, being able to see her in the flesh. He lingers in watching her this time, eye sweeping over her figure.]

My beautiful one.

[aspolyhymnia]

[She has never held much in the way of shame in regards to nudity, it is just a natural way of being.

Her lips tug into a smile as she moves to help his undressing]

My beloved

[darotisentys]

[He accepts her help today, allowing her to undo his breeches and his shirt. His boots he toes off in an effort to help her along, but lets her finish on her own.]

[aspolyhymnia]

[Helping is sensual, the moments where her fingers just barely brush his skin as she guides fabric from his body.]

I do not tire of revealing you

[darotisentys]

It rarely changes, what is underneath.

[This day, however, he has a bruise on his side from training. He took a nice blow, a banner day for his opponent.]

[aspolyhymnia]

It is still a pleasure to behold, skin so rarely shown to anyone.

[she reaches out to very lightly touch the bruise, stepping a bit closer]

We shouldn’t waste the warmth.