When she was certain he was fully compliant with his back turned, Valkyrie gently swept his hair to the side and cupped the back of his neck with her warm palms. His skin was cooler than her own—likely on account of his true heritage. But it wasn’t bitterly cold, either.
“Sit.” She murmured, leading him to the wooden chair that managed to escape the chaos and guiding him down.
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Date: 2018-11-28 01:38 am (UTC)“Sit.” She murmured, leading him to the wooden chair that managed to escape the chaos and guiding him down.