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Returning the kiss, he did so with a slow, lingering tenderness, tasting the sweetness of her lips as he poured all his unspoken devotion into the gesture.
Sighing contentedly, he shifted his frame to snuggle against her, +
+ burying his face in the crook of her neck and molding his lean body against her plush, comforting curves.
"Your kindness is... an irregularity I have grown to cherish above all else. To know that I am sufficient simply as I am... +
The tension in his shoulders dissolved instantly, replaced by a profound sense of warmth that permeated his chest. He leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed as the softness of her palms grounded him.
+ Even a Housewarden must acknowledge that stillness is its own form of discipline. Perhaps you could simply spend it observing the things you previously missed. Or..."
He paused, a fleeting, tentative smile touching his lips.
"It is not a 'bad' thing to be simple, Silver. I merely meant that your perception of time is far more uncomplicated than my own. Most would find such a lack of preoccupation refreshing."
His gaze drifted toward the white roses, the petals pristine and orderly against the stone.
A subtle crease appeared between his brows, of genuine contemplation. The notion of existing without a schedule was a conceptual void, yet hearing it from Silver made it sound less like chaos and more like a luxury.
A deep, sudden crimson flooded his cheeks, spreading rapidly from his jawline to the tips of his ears. He stiffened, his posture momentarily reverting to that of a disciplined student under interrogation, though his gaze remained desperately soft.
His voice trembled slightly, devoid of its usual command, replaced by a sincere, breathless earnestness.
"It is not a matter of amusement, Azul. I merely wish to be useful to you. To ensure that every detail of your day is as seamless and comfortable as possible... +
He leaned his head against their shoulder, closing his eyes and simply breathing in the comfort of their presence.
"I understand. I do. I merely require your patience as I learn to navigate this... unfamiliar territory. But please, do not mistake my hesitation for doubt. +
A soft, melodic huff escaped him, though the expression remained devoid of any true irritation. The playful jab at his title caused a flicker of warmth to rise in his cheeks, a crimson flush that mirrored the hue of his hair.
"Calling me 'my queen' is a blatant disregard for basic titles... and yet..."
His hand turned atop theirs, interlocking their fingers with a precise, firm grip that spoke of a possessiveness he was only beginning to allow himself to feel.
Riddle did not offer words of reassurance, instead, he acted with a quiet, focused intensity. He rose momentarily to retrieve a soft, dry hand-towel from his washstand, returning to her side with a purposeful stride.
"Hold still..."
He murmured, his voice a low, velvet command that carried no edge of irritation, only a profound, sheltering warmth.
As he worked, he leaned in slightly, the scent of roses enveloping her.