#gin to Billiam: fuck off ya spooky bitch

[drunkenworgen]

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She squeezed her eyes shut with a sigh. Fuck, she thought to herself. Still, she reached to pull some of the longer strands of hair forward, showing the same shade of violet near the ends.

“Short answer? Result o’ a curse. Th’, ah -” she moved again, moving her hand to his to guide him to a rune and let him feel the edges of one on her back - “brand keeps it in check. Mos’ly.”

( @thaneirstaer )

Thane would be greeted by the sight of a runic brand, deep violet against the pale skin of Gin’s back as she rolled onto her right side, before scooting closer to the warmth that was Thane.

Lips against the back of her hand, and a hand that ran over her back before moving and wrapping around her, keeping her close. The reality of the last night setting in, but the weariness of partial consciousness refused to let any other response come through the weariness that was fading in him. A quiet, low rumbled morning greeting came from his throat as he kissed her neck and moved, resting his head against the back of hers.