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@brazenbaela sent a raven | “ You're safe here with me. ” |

“I do not know if I can believe that, at least, not right now.” Julianna had furrowed her brows as she listened to her brother's betrothed. Looking out the window beside her with a soft frown, displacing the smile that usually would have graced her features. Everything just felt…wrong, and she had no explanation for why it felt like that. Especially now. Turning to focus her gaze back on Baela, her mouth opening, only to close a moment later. Nodding to assure herself, even it didn't work. Feigning a strong front for now, for her. “I believe you.”

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What was she supposed to say? What was she supposed to do? Duty… If it were a physical thing, it felt as if it were strangling her at this current moment. For she dreaded a decision like this. It was a moment in which she needed her mother. “What am I to do?” The princess felt utterly and completely weak. Nervousness overtook her mind, her fingers twisting a ring that laid upon her finger, one that signified the previous proposal that had been done, in which was all but dead. “Mother requires something, anything that will help. And right now, I do not know what is right or what is wrong.”

From what she heard from her brother, Jacaerys. The Lord of Winterfell is agreeable. Perhaps, it would surely benefit either party, more than she thought it would. “Lord Cregan Stark, he does not send more men because he needs them to protect The Wall, if…we strengthen the promise that was made by offering another marriage.” “It ensures him that…there will be a dragon. That, perhaps, he could send another thousand men or so.” Her dragon had grown rather quickly since they were young, for he was even bigger than Vermax.

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A way for her to guide her mother's choices…to find a path that is more her own. How was she supposed to do that when it felt nearly impossible? Surely, she would know eventually. Right now…it was just, unclear for the current time. But, a way would rear it's head sometime soon, just not now.

There had always been this pull. Something that she didn't seem to have a clue about. Perhaps, it was because when she was a child, talking to Aemond had felt like a sense of normalcy. At least to her, it was.

Eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him, for she did want to disagree with him. “Being a princess, a young woman. It changes what I can and cannot do.” Her mother had known that all too well, for her actions would always be held against her. Especially due to her and her brothers.

Julianna sought out his hand, fingers had barely brushed against his skin. Like a fleeting moment, as if one of them could disappear. Giving him a look of understanding once his words had settled deep in her mind. This would definitely be a fantastic experience. Having to listen to someone that despised her brothers and herself so much talk about how her brother should not one day be the lord of the tides. Something that her brother had always doubted himself. Because when he was younger, it meant that everyone was gone.

“What do you believe?” Their youth was so long ago, but she remembered cruel words that her brothers said that Aemond spoke. The princess looked for the good in people. Even her own uncle. She truly believed that he was a good person, but due to what happened, he had every right to have a disdain for her family. As his hand brushed hers briefly, she looked toward him, dark eyes focused intently. Frowning to herself as she thought about what he said. Of course, she understood that sometimes, they needed to do what was necessary. “I know…” Though, she did not want to witness the question of her brothers' legitimacy. Yet it would happen, whether she desperately wished that it would not.

“Duty is something that I want to avoid, at least for a time. I will have to marry soon.” Julianna wished that she could have a choice, but she knew that at the end of the day, it was her mother's choice. It was something that she could worry about right now. She had to worry about her brother.

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From what she heard from her brother, Jacaerys. The Lord of Winterfell is agreeable. Perhaps, it would surely benefit either party, more than she thought it would. “Lord Cregan Stark, he does not send more men because he needs them to protect The Wall, if…we strengthen the promise that was made by offering another marriage.” “It ensures him that…there will be a dragon. That, perhaps, he could send another thousand men or so.” Her dragon had grown rather quickly since they were young, for he was even bigger than Vermax.

“Mother needs this, it ensures more able-bodied men to fight…if needed.” The princess had to remember that in life, she could not pick and choose what she wanted. Though, in marriage prospects, she had a say. There was a small thought, it was perhaps insane. She had grown to be quite calculated in her decisions and in times like these. It seemed to help. Her focus on Daemon as she thought. “Alliances, they could be changed and altered. What if we were to further strengthen one?”

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PROMPTS FOR FEELING SAFE / EXPRESSING COMFORT * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts. suggested by judgementdaysunshine

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i haven't felt like this in a very long time.

i wanted to thank you for protecting me back there.

you stepped in when you didn't need to.

for once in my life, i feel safe.

this place gives me a good feeling.

i feel safe in your arms.

it's been a while since i slept through the night without any nightmares.

i could get used to this.

i won't let anything happen to you.

you make me feel safe.

you didn't have to step in and help me, but you did, and i appreciate that.

no one's ever stood up for me like that before.

my whole life has been filled with conflict and pain. not anymore.

maybe i'll finally know peace with you.

we deserve an easy life.

you're my port in the storm.

i can't tell you the last time i actually felt safe.

you know me. i don't let my guard down for just anyone.

something changed to make me feel this way.

you're safe here with me.

they won't come after you, and if they do? they'll have to go through me.

it feels nice, being here with you.

you make me feel like i can accomplish anything.

i can be myself with you.

we're looking out for you.

you won't judge me for the things i say.

just stay here a while, if you don't mind.

so this is what safety feels like.

i can finally breathe again.

nothing can touch you while i'm here.

you can go back to sleep. it's safe.

no one will hurt you anymore.

my life is in your hands.

promise me you won't abandon me?

i'll be right here when you wake up.

you taught me how to protect myself.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ lean ] sender slowly leans into receiver's shoulder and rests there for a while

[ sleep ] sender manages to fall asleep in receiver's presence

[ snuggle ] sender snuggles closer to receiver as they sleep

[ reach ] sender reaches for receiver in their sleep

[ shelter ] sender uses their body to shield receiver from danger

[ seek ] sender seeks out receiver for a protective hug

[ choose ] sender has plenty of options on where to sit in a crowded space, but chooses to sit directly beside receiver

[ reassurance ] in a tense moment, sender takes one of receiver's hands to hold

[ stay here ] sender guides receiver to a safe place and tells them to wait there while they deal with a problem

[ interrupt ] sender stops a confrontation between receiver and someone else, stepping between them and coming to receiver's defense

[ home ] sender shows receiver their new home

[ nightmare ] sender comforts receiver after they wake up from a nightmare

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“Mother needs this, it ensures more able-bodied men to fight…if needed.” The princess had to remember that in life, she could not pick and choose what she wanted. Though, in marriage prospects, she had a say. There was a small thought, it was perhaps insane. She had grown to be quite calculated in her decisions and in times like these. It seemed to help. Her focus on Daemon as she thought. “Alliances, they could be changed and altered. What if we were to further strengthen one?”

“I would be that something in return.” Julianna looked at Daemon, eyes soft as he reassured her, letting her know that she did not have to go through with this. “I know,” she nodded as she let her mind wonder. Perhaps, this would not be a horrible idea, in fact, it may be good.

“This may not be what I want. But, it ensures an alliance for mother.” She had said aloud, taking in a deep breath as she told her step-father this.

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“What do you believe?” Their youth was so long ago, but she remembered cruel words that her brothers said that Aemond spoke. The princess looked for the good in people. Even her own uncle. She truly believed that he was a good person, but due to what happened, he had every right to have a disdain for her family. As his hand brushed hers briefly, she looked toward him, dark eyes focused intently. Frowning to herself as she thought about what he said. Of course, she understood that sometimes, they needed to do what was necessary. “I know…” Though, she did not want to witness the question of her brothers' legitimacy. Yet it would happen, whether she desperately wished that it would not.

“Duty is something that I want to avoid, at least for a time. I will have to marry soon.” Julianna wished that she could have a choice, but she knew that at the end of the day, it was her mother's choice. It was something that she could worry about right now. She had to worry about her brother.

One day, the inevitable would catch up to her. For she would be betrothed one day, whether she liked it or not. But, she was already of age to have children, to give some lord an heir. Like her grandmother had told her mother, she had a royal womb. The child bed was her battlefield, and she would learn to face it with a stiff lip.

Something had sparked within her, despite the legitimacy of her brothers and herself being in question. One thing was certain. She was surely a Targaryen. “He may have reason, but he is to question what his brother wants.” For it was Corlys that had already chosen Lucerys as heir to Driftmark. “It was already chosen so long ago.”

“Why do you still fight for us?” She did not realize just how close she was to Aemond, how the heat that radiated off him ended up keeping her face flushed bright with colour. “After everything that has happened?” For it gave Aemond every right to not do anything, yet he did. It was so easy to recall that night, even now. It was horrible.

Fingers itched for the few seconds of comfort that she had found when her hand had laid upon Aemond's own, it had quelled her nerves, even if it was only for a few seconds. Though, she stopped herself. It was not proper, at least that is what she thought, or perhaps…that is what she knew. So, she had held back.

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One day, the inevitable would catch up to her. For she would be betrothed one day, whether she liked it or not. But, she was already of age to have children, to give some lord an heir. Like her grandmother had told her mother, she had a royal womb. The child bed was her battlefield, and she would learn to face it with a stiff lip.

Something had sparked within her, despite the legitimacy of her brothers and herself being in question. One thing was certain. She was surely a Targaryen. “He may have reason, but he is to question what his brother wants.” For it was Corlys that had already chosen Lucerys as heir to Driftmark. “It was already chosen so long ago.”

“Why do you still fight for us?” She did not realize just how close she was to Aemond, how the heat that radiated off him ended up keeping her face flushed bright with colour. “After everything that has happened?” For it gave Aemond every right to not do anything, yet he did. It was so easy to recall that night, even now. It was horrible.

Fingers itched for the few seconds of comfort that she had found when her hand had laid upon Aemond's own, it had quelled her nerves, even if it was only for a few seconds. Though, she stopped herself. It was not proper, at least that is what she thought, or perhaps…that is what she knew. So, she had held back.

“Time has always been changing, uncle, it was inevitable it would change us.” Perhaps others could tell…there was something strange now between the two. Though, it would seem that Julianna's own fate had a funny way of showing itself. “We once were children, we are now adults. There is a duty we need to uphold.”

A woman, they were never supposed to be in power. It was what others believed. Peoples thoughts upon having a woman on the throne, a woman was and is weak. For it was simply considered just a silly idea at this point to even think about it. Julianna had wondered so many times what it would be like, to really be a queen. Maybe, the idea that she once had…to reign just and true, it would scare others. Despite that idea, it was just that, for it was a silly daydream. It would never happen. It was soon that she got stuck in her thoughts. Yet, she got pulled from them quickly. The guards shouting to open the gate, it caused her to look up for a mere moment. Until her eyes caught sight of Aemond's hand moving toward the hilt of his sword. Although it surprised her, she reached forward, taking his hand in order to stop him.

“We cannot escape it, you are right. But it will happen regardless.” She had reminded. For it would be out of their hands, whether they wanted it to be or not, it always will. There was a war coming. One that no one would see coming, not until it truly begins. “This is not your fight.” It was her mother's fight…it was her and her brother's fight. Yes, it was not their fault in who their mother had once laid in bed with in the past. But it would seemingly haunt them their entire lives. They were bastards.

Dark hues had peered up at Aemond, taking in a deep yet unsteady breath. Something had surely changed. Thinking, she removed her hand from his own. Looking toward the ground, for she did not want to see Vaemond, or his judgment. She had to deal with everyone's looks when she was younger, she had to still.

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“Time has always been changing, uncle, it was inevitable it would change us.” Perhaps others could tell…there was something strange now between the two. Though, it would seem that Julianna's own fate had a funny way of showing itself. “We once were children, we are now adults. There is a duty we need to uphold.”

A woman, they were never supposed to be in power. It was what others believed. Peoples thoughts upon having a woman on the throne, a woman was and is weak. For it was simply considered just a silly idea at this point to even think about it. Julianna had wondered so many times what it would be like, to really be a queen. Maybe, the idea that she once had…to reign just and true, it would scare others. Despite that idea, it was just that, for it was a silly daydream. It would never happen. It was soon that she got stuck in her thoughts. Yet, she got pulled from them quickly. The guards shouting to open the gate, it caused her to look up for a mere moment. Until her eyes caught sight of Aemond's hand moving toward the hilt of his sword. Although it surprised her, she reached forward, taking his hand in order to stop him.

“We cannot escape it, you are right. But it will happen regardless.” She had reminded. For it would be out of their hands, whether they wanted it to be or not, it always will. There was a war coming. One that no one would see coming, not until it truly begins. “This is not your fight.” It was her mother's fight…it was her and her brother's fight. Yes, it was not their fault in who their mother had once laid in bed with in the past. But it would seemingly haunt them their entire lives. They were bastards.

Dark hues had peered up at Aemond, taking in a deep yet unsteady breath. Something had surely changed. Thinking, she removed her hand from his own. Looking toward the ground, for she did not want to see Vaemond, or his judgment. She had to deal with everyone's looks when she was younger, she had to still.

The young woman could not help but admire him. With time, he got better with the sword. It was odd, recalling all the things from what felt like so long ago. Now, they were older, upheld to expectations that one day soon, they would be forced to meet. Yet, today was not that day, or so she hoped. That was certain.

When they were children, it had been a fond memory, of course that was until that fateful night where Aemond lost his eye. She removed herself from behind her brother to get a better view of Aemond. Her face flush with colour as he had acknowledged her. There was a part of her, a sudden nervousness taking over in the pit of her stomach. Yet, that did not stop her from continuing the conversation.

Was he always this comely when they were younger? Her eyebrows furrowed for a mere moment before smiling at him, “and you got taller. You are quite handsome as well.” A sense of urgency filled her being, telling her to cover what she said, yet she knew that it was all too late. For there was no reason to, others heard what she said.

It would be one day soon where she would possibly have to make a choice, she hoped it would not come to fruition. Before either of them had a chance to talk again, the guards shouted to open the gates. That made her remember, Vaemond was calling into question Luke's legitimacy, which in turn questioned their own and her mothers claim to the throne. She could not make sense of it.

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The young woman could not help but admire him. With time, he got better with the sword. It was odd, recalling all the things from what felt like so long ago. Now, they were older, upheld to expectations that one day soon, they would be forced to meet. Yet, today was not that day, or so she hoped. That was certain.

When they were children, it had been a fond memory, of course that was until that fateful night where Aemond lost his eye. She removed herself from behind her brother to get a better view of Aemond. Her face flush with colour as he had acknowledged her. There was a part of her, a sudden nervousness taking over in the pit of her stomach. Yet, that did not stop her from continuing the conversation.

Was he always this comely when they were younger? Her eyebrows furrowed for a mere moment before smiling at him, “and you got taller. You are quite handsome as well.” A sense of urgency filled her being, telling her to cover what she said, yet she knew that it was all too late. For there was no reason to, others heard what she said.

It would be one day soon where she would possibly have to make a choice, she hoped it would not come to fruition. Before either of them had a chance to talk again, the guards shouted to open the gates. That made her remember, Vaemond was calling into question Luke's legitimacy, which in turn questioned their own and her mothers claim to the throne. She could not make sense of it.

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A brooding look appeared on her brother's face as she stood behind him, while Lucerys stood to the side of him. Watching as their uncle, Aemond, trained with Ser Criston Cole. It was strange to see them now. For it was especially odd to see Aemond. Remembering when they were young, the last time she saw him, it was before they left for Dragonstone.

It was over quicker than she had expected, Aemond gaining the upper hand rather fast. It had caused him to best Criston. The crowd that had gathered applauded. “Well done, my Prince. You'll be winning tourneys in no time.” Though, Julianna remembered from their shared youth that Aemond loved to read, study and train…perhaps in hopes that he would one day be king.

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A brooding look appeared on her brother's face as she stood behind him, while Lucerys stood to the side of him. Watching as their uncle, Aemond, trained with Ser Criston Cole. It was strange to see them now. For it was especially odd to see Aemond. Remembering when they were young, the last time she saw him, it was before they left for Dragonstone.

It was over quicker than she had expected, Aemond gaining the upper hand rather fast. It had caused him to best Criston. The crowd that had gathered applauded. “Well done, my Prince. You'll be winning tourneys in no time.” Though, Julianna remembered from their shared youth that Aemond loved to read, study and train…perhaps in hopes that he would one day be king.

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“I know…time does not hide the affection that you still hold for her.” It was easy. The look in Harwin's eyes whenever they landed on Rhaenyra. He clearly still held love for her, despite the time apart. For six years…it could be quite long for someone.

“You had not come back, not even after Laenor was gone. Not till…” Not until now. “Had you thought it best to let us be fatherless?” For her brothers, it was easier. Clearly, it was the opposite for her, even if Daemon tried his hardest to be there. Julianna had needed her father. “You were not there.” The young woman spoke true. In prospects of marriage, she required her fathers' advice. It was very terrifying.

Hands shaking as she grew nervous, clutching tightly on to the skirts of her dress. “We required or needed you. I needed you.” Her heart rate had picked up rapidly. Many of the times, she had suffered from this fear. The fear that had come with uncertainty, loss, so many things.

“Jace wanted to be at Harrenhal,” the young woman had recounted. It was like the information had always been there, in that part of her mind that was hidden away. “Though I was young, I remember what mother told him. What she told us.” The Velaryons were their kin…the Strongs were not. But, why deny your children of what they already knew? For it was something that they already knew themselves. It was not exactly hard to tell, the resemblance was uncanny, to say the least. Upon Julianna growing older, the rumours were only harder to dispel, her and her siblings looked more alike to Harwin more than ever. With each passing day. “We know, me and Jacaerys.” Joffrey was still too young to understand, that it in-fact was not Laenor that was their father, but instead, it was Harwin. They had figured it out that fateful night that Harwin had been sent back to Harrenhal.

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Despite everything, they were in this together. “Why would I not? Trust you, I mean.” Dark hues widening in surprise, “really? Surely others will have plenty to say.” Though, as she looked at him, she could tell it was not a simple jest. He was truthful. In turn, she would have to be truthful with him, about how she felt.

“I-” She had paused, needing to form her thoughts, what she was going to tell him. Looking at him, taking in his features. His long hair, the scar that across his face, an eyepatch covered his missing eye which in turn was replaced by a sapphire. Her eyes drifted further, glancing at his lips before going to his working violet eye. She squeezed his hand gently as the two of them continued to walk, side-by-side. “There is this part of me that wants to love you, more than I already do.” Yet, there was still that one fact that she thought of, loss. “I am terrified I will lose you.”

Julianna took her leave with Aemond, craving the quiet that she oh-so sought. Thoughts often plagued her mind recently. Yet, a walk and fresh air quieted the noise. A hesitant hand reached out for his own, looking up at him nervously as they left. Outside…it was so peaceful, unlike the chaos inside. As they made their way out onto the grounds of the Red Keep, she spoke earnestly. “You are the voice that pulls me from the roaring oceans of my mind.” Admitting this. Stopping with him after they were an earshot away from any guards. “I was hesitant.” For her, it seemed hilarious. How one time her fears were once so large. Those same fears, caused her to once not be sure about this. About them. It was still that way. There was this certainty that she felt, though, deep inside her whole being. If that was possible. A small part of her hoped it was. “I am to be your wife, your partner and, hopefully, your confidante.” She knew that he had many thoughts plague his mind. Which, she hoped that as he grew comfortable, he would tell her as she would tell him. Especially with how everything quickly moved.

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There was a weakness, one that she held. Only for Aemond, he was her undoing. Knowingly, if he had ever got hurt, there would be a price to pay. By her hand. At first, there had been a distaste for Aemond, yet it seemingly had faded over time. It led to them growing close. Perhaps, more close than others expected them to. Love was such a silly thing. Yet, she held it for him. For she always would. Fingers moved softly against his skin. Gently tracing his features with no purpose. Yet, maybe, it was because it pleased her. Seeing him in this light. “Well, what do you think you taught me?” Julianna had teased in a questioning tone. She could sense the way that his breath has changed, it grew rather shaky. Confidence had flowed through her body, he was like this due to her. Her touch. There were so many things, but, only one thing had come to her mind at his ask. “Pleasure. It is fairly easy to give and take.” The bruise on her neck proved that well.

Julianna couldn't help the giggle that escaped from her. She found Aemond's worry, well…endearing. “It is nothing of the sort. I have not been harmed either.” Thinking, she strode over to him. Dark eyes focused on his light indigo one. She would never admit it, but, it made her heart race against her chest. “Perhaps, it was due to you…” The young woman had told him openly, for it was the truth. It was only a night ago when the two had been with each other. Reaching up, she placed a hand upon his cheek. “You had shown me a lot.” It was true. She had known that this was due to their escapades. The two of them careful as they had not known how to show the other just how the other could be when it came to these special nights. They took it slow.

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“I would be that something in return.” Julianna looked at Daemon, eyes soft as he reassured her, letting her know that she did not have to go through with this. “I know,” she nodded as she let her mind wonder. Perhaps, this would not be a horrible idea, in fact, it may be good.

“This may not be what I want. But, it ensures an alliance for mother.” She had said aloud, taking in a deep breath as she told her step-father this.

Julianna began to question what her step-father said, taking in a shaky breath. Unlike herself, her mother was at least reasonable when it came to marrying her father. Looking at Daemon for a mere moment. “It will help? If I marry…have this alliance be formed in order for it to help mother?” Giving a tiny but uncertain smile as she thought it over. Nodding to herself. “Alright.” She would do this. Be agreeable to this. Marry this, stranger, if it meant helping her mother's cause.

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“Jace wanted to be at Harrenhal,” the young woman had recounted. It was like the information had always been there, in that part of her mind that was hidden away. “Though I was young, I remember what mother told him. What she told us.” The Velaryons were their kin…the Strongs were not. But, why deny your children of what they already knew? For it was something that they already knew themselves. It was not exactly hard to tell, the resemblance was uncanny, to say the least. Upon Julianna growing older, the rumours were only harder to dispel, her and her siblings looked more alike to Harwin more than ever. With each passing day. “We know, me and Jacaerys.” Joffrey was still too young to understand, that it in-fact was not Laenor that was their father, but instead, it was Harwin. They had figured it out that fateful night that Harwin had been sent back to Harrenhal.

“I remember that,” it was many moons ago at this point. He had gone back to Harrenhal. Her mother had explained that it was necessary, that it would put any rumours to rest. Thinking, she looked at him for a moment, giving a soft smile as she did her best to relax from the overwhelming emotions that she felt. Placing a hand on her leg as she thought for a moment. “We thought that you died…” Remembering just how broken that Jacaerys was. He had looked shattered. Her fingers picked at an imaginary thread. “What truly happened? I know that mother knows, but, none of us were told.” It was upsetting upon realizing that everything happened, it was probably a lie to keep anyone from knowing.

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[ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 ] My muse gently touches a bruise on your muse’s body [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] My muse brushes a strand of hair behind your muse’s ear [ 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 ] My muse tries to make yours laugh when they are sad [ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 ] My muse wraps yours in a warm blanket [ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐏 ] My muse boops your muse’s nose [ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 ] My muse laces their fingers with yours [ 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍 ] My muse cuddles up in bed to yours [ 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ] My muse sits by your muse’s bedside while they are sick/hurt [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] My muse takes your muse’s hand and slow dances with them without music playing [ 𝐖𝐄𝐓 ] My muse helps yours out of soaking wet clothes [ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 ] My muse gently runs a hand over your muse’s back/arm [ 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ] My muse hugs yours tightly after not having seen them for a while [ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ] My muse steps protectively in front of yours [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] My muse holds yours while they cry