He leans an arm on the cushion behind him so he can prop his cheek up with his hand. It's rather picturesque, young man enamored with a lady, though the setting would likely be more a park bench, lake filled with ducks and other lovers on boats behind them. Only no one would paint these two with soft pastels and quiet blues. That would simply be obscene.
"Raina doesn't strike me as a woman who gives up. He may stumble at the edge once or twice, but he will jump right over it. I'd prefer sooner and not later, but. Ah. We cannot always have what we desire in quick timing! Waiting can be its own reward."
Just like getting to gaze upon his predatory wife is its own reward. Hearts are all but falling out of his eyes.
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He leans an arm on the cushion behind him so he can prop his cheek up with his hand. It's rather picturesque, young man enamored with a lady, though the setting would likely be more a park bench, lake filled with ducks and other lovers on boats behind them. Only no one would paint these two with soft pastels and quiet blues. That would simply be obscene.
"Raina doesn't strike me as a woman who gives up. He may stumble at the edge once or twice, but he will jump right over it. I'd prefer sooner and not later, but. Ah. We cannot always have what we desire in quick timing! Waiting can be its own reward."
Just like getting to gaze upon his predatory wife is its own reward. Hearts are all but falling out of his eyes.