[she bends reed-like towards him and into his arms because doing so has always felt as natural as breathing. the intimacy between them had always been easy and warm even when everything else around them has gone pear-shaped. Lucrezia closes her eyes and curls her fingers into the front of his shirt; she brushes her nose against his.]
I imagine you're not speaking metaphorically, [she says quietly while fiddling with the laces on his shirt. she twists it absently around her fingers.] Tell me about these obligations, then. What am I expected to do?
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I imagine you're not speaking metaphorically, [she says quietly while fiddling with the laces on his shirt. she twists it absently around her fingers.] Tell me about these obligations, then. What am I expected to do?