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haebinHello my lovely readers!
Today there is not only a new chapter to explore but also a little surprise.
Take a look at our two Lovebirds Trálír and Anwyn!
Yes, that's right. These are the two of them and my heart is so full of love for them. The lovely Bunnymoon from Bluesky made the 3D models and gave them their special moment (I won a giveaway, yay). So yes, if you've always wanted to know what they look like, now you know ;D
Anwyn woke up, drowsy, when she felt a movement on her belly. She rubbed her eyes with her left hand and blinked for a few moments before adjusting to the darkness. The faint light of the half moon fell through the window at the end of her bed and she recognized Trálír who was deep in meditation with his eyes closed and a peaceful expression on his face. The next thing Anwyn realized was that her right hand was still clasped in Trálír's. She smiled and lifted the blanket with her left hand to see that Yarrow had his hind legs pressed against her stomach and his head was resting against Trálír's bare chest under the bedspread.
So, he was the reason I woke up, Anwyn thought. His hindlegs probably kicked me.
Anwyn gently lowered the blanket again so as not to wake the deeply sleeping dog, yawned softly and turned her gaze to Trálír. Through the silver-shining light of the moon, she recognized the wreath of thick black lashes that cast a shadow on his cheeks. Her eyes slid down his long, narrow nose to his beautifully curved lips. A soft sigh slipped over her lips as she imagined leaning forward, placing her palms gently on the bed to support herself and pressing her lips tenderly to his. She loved the feeling of him kissing her, of his tongue exploring her, playing with her, nibbling on her lips with his teeth or gently sucking on her lower lip. She could have kissed him for all eternity, savoring the feeling of melting into each other.
But since Yarrow was lying between them and she didn't want to disturb the dog or Trálír's peace, she contented herself with looking at him, thinking of all the beautiful moments they had shared.
And for a moment, she allowed herself to think of a future together. Only a few hours ago, he had confessed to her that it was not possible for him to take her as his wife and start a family.
Was this a wish he harbored? To be married to her? Had he also longed on many a lonely night to be able to spend a life together? And had he imagined what it would be like to have a home and to have promised each other? Had it occurred to him that he might be the father of one or two children? Possibly a son or even a daughter? Did Trálír also have this secret longing for more that neither of them dared to express?
Since the beginning of their relationship, Anwyn had always been aware that she would never have a union with the ruler's son like all the people around her had with their spouses. There would be no betrothal, no wedding, no living together.
If it ever came to expecting a child from him, Anwyn would be nothing more than the ruler's son's whore and her child a bastard. No one, neither human nor elf, would want to see how much she loved the ruler's son. She was nothing more than a poor, meaningless daughter of an old, sick fisherman. The simple prosperity they had earned would be scornfully referred to as the reward for her “labors of love” with the ruler's son.
At best, others would look at them with pity, at worst with open hatred.
This was the path Anwyn had chosen when she had confessed her love for Trálír.
And even though she had begun her relationship with all this knowledge, it pained her in the quiet and dark nights that her path, her love for this elf, would never be the same as what had bound her father and mother, for example. Or Conall and Eleri.
She would always be the one who had to take a back seat. And even if Trálír dreamed of marrying her, he would never get the chance. His father would never allow that.
That knowledge was set in stone.
Sometimes, on many a lonely night, Anwyn imagined what it would be like to be with Trálír for many years. For example, if she were the same age as her father. Would he still love her? Would he still find her attractive if her hair was graying, her skin without tension, her face full of wrinkles? And he himself had not aged a single year?
Even if it turned out to be true that they would spend a few decades together, the amount of time they could spend together would only be the blink of an eye in an elf's life. Anwyn was now 21 years old. How many more years did they have if all went well? Twenty, thirty years?
So many years in which she would live in the shadows, sure of his love, but nevertheless his life would take place for the most part in the castle while she would live her everyday life in the house where she had been born.
So many years in which she would always have to wait for him to come, never being sure when he could be at her side and when not.
And what if ...
Anwyn swallowed and closed her eyes because the pain of this idea almost took her breath away.
What if Trálír fell in love with someone else in the future? His status as son of the ruler would mean that he would have to welcome many guests in the castle, that he would travel to other cities and regions for parties. She suspected that he would often be absent in the future. And what if he would meet a different woman during one of those many visits? Maybe an elfess of outstanding beauty and graceful charm and she would arouse his interest? An elfess who would capture his heart?
His father wanted to see such a woman at Trálír's side. Of the same race, a beauty like a goddess.
Not something like her. Poor, ugly and stupid, of no value. Trálír would have resisted this idea with all his might, but Anwyn knew about the general attitude of the elves towards humans. And she was especially aware of his father's attitude towards her.
Trálír, the elder, regarded his son's love for Anwyn as a waste of time.
Sadness filled Anwyn and she felt her eyes moisten as her heart felt so heavy. She quickly rubbed away the rising tears with her hand, causing Yarrow to awaken and stretch, bringing Trálír out of his meditation.
Trálír slowly opened his eyelids and when he realized that Anwyn was watching him, a tender smile stole onto his lips.
“Are you using the stillness of the night to secretly watch your lover?” he asked, murmuring and squeezing her hand lovingly, which he had held throughout the meditation.
“Yarrow woke me up and I couldn't help but ... look at you,” Anwyn confessed to him softly, feeling the warmth in her body as she spoke these words that even made her cheeks flush. She hoped that Tralir couldn't tell that she was on the verge of bursting into tears. She was grateful for the darkness so that Trálír could not see that her eyes were still wet and what this confession was doing to her.
Her heart was beating so loudly that Anwyn feared he could hear her heartbeat.
“Do you like what you see, Anwyn?” he asked in a velvety voice.
„I … I … yes“, she whispered. Her voice sounded thin and she cleared her throat, wanting to appear confident to deflect how emotional and embarrassed she felt. “And I've been thinking. About you and ... me.”
Trálír raised an eyebrow and looked at her questioningly. “Would you like to confide your thoughts to me?”
Taking a deep breath, she seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then Anwyn began in a low voice: “I have wondered what it will be like when we are together for a long time, Trálír. When the years pass by and we get older.”
Trálír felt her trying to pull his hand away, but he held it tightly. He gazed intently into the face of his beloved, wondering where her words would lead.
“When I get older,” she improved softly and looked at him uncertainly from under the thick wreath of her eyelashes. “When I'm old, have wrinkles, gray hair and...”
“It doesn't matter to me, Anwyn,” he interrupted her, half straightening up, the blanket slipping off his shoulders and revealing his naked torso. He shook his head. As the light of the half-moon illuminated the room somewhat, Trálír recognized the worry in her large, still moist eyes.
“Yes, it will,” she replied and sighed deeply. “My life will only be the blink of an eye in all the centuries you will live. As I approach old age, you will not even be in the prime of your life.”
“I understand,” Trálír replied quietly. “I can't take that knowledge away from you, Anwyn. All I can do is be by your side for the time we will both have. And nothing will stop me.”
As Anwyn did not react to his words, Trálír turned his head to one side and looked at her thoughtfully.
“Do you doubt my words?”
Startled, she looked up and shook her head vehemently. “No, of course not.”
“But...?”
“It's all so complicated, Trálír,” she replied hesitantly. “Your status as heir to the Blackwater Lands, the circumstances I come from, our different races, our future. And I know that a marriage between us is as good as impossible.”
The high elf immediately wanted to contradict her and tell her that this was not the case, but Anwyn shook her head with a sad smile. “Please, Trálír, let's call a spade a spade and be realistic. I know this will never happen and I can live with that as long as I can be with you. I have chosen this life and I can accept the consequences, but ... but there's more than just the wedding and ... and ...”
She broke off and bit her lower lip uncertainly, turning her gaze away from him again and staring at the sheet.
“Do you want to confide in me what seems to be bothering you so much, Anwyn? I know it's painful that it seems impossible for us to marry, but despite everything, I'm not giving up hope. But if you have made this decision from a pure heart, with all its consequences, what else could make your heart so heavy?”
“You once promised me something, Trálír,” she whispered timidly and looked up at him. There was so much uncertainty in her fawn eyes that Trálír released their interlocked hands and placed his right hand on her cheek while his left rested on her waist.He looked at her tenderly.
“You promised... promised...” Anwyn broke off, cleared her throat sheepishly and it seemed as if she didn't want to utter another word. Trálír saw how hard she struggled to confide in him, he recognized the inner battle she was fighting in her fawn eyes. His gaze was full of compassion and he ran his thumb gently over her cheek, for he knew that it took a lot to show yourself to the other, to share what you felt, what you longed for or what you were afraid of.
“You promised me more than just ... to get married?”
Frowning, the elf seemed to ponder for a moment as a sudden realization flickered in his gaze. He seemed to remember.
A slight grin appeared on his lips.
“Ah, I see,” Trálír said with a cheeky grin. “You mean my cock, right?”
“By all nine hells, Trálír!” Anwyn gasped and immediately slapped her hands in front of her face. Trálír chuckled amused.
“Anwyn, don't,” he said and gently pulled his hand out from under hers. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
She was still hiding her face behind her hands and Trálír guessed that shame and insecurity about her own longing for him was the cause.
“Please, look at me,” he asked softly and breathed a sigh of relief when she complied with his request, at least as far as the hands in front of her face were concerned. She swallowed and avoided his gaze, staring at the sheet, her cheeks flaming red with shyness. Trálír reached for her fingers tenderly.
“Anwyn, is this about me promising you that you would be my wife before we give ourselves to each other for the first time?”
Still looking at the thin fabric covering both their bodies, she nodded hesitantly.
“I see,” Trálír replied quietly in an understanding voice. “So you were afraid that we would never get so close because a wedding seems impossible, am I right?”
“Yes,” she whispered and looked embarrassed at him. Her look was a mixture of uncertainty and sorrow. But Trálír saw something more in her eyes. Was there a hint of hope in her fawn eyes now that she had confided in him? He decided to take a cautious step forward.
“Do you have the desire to give yourself to me, Anwyn?”
He gently stroked her slender fingers with his fingertips and saw her chest rise and fall slightly as she listened to his words and understood their meaning. She quickly looked to the side again, but Trálír grabbed her chin with his thumb and forefinger and asked her to look at him.
“Would you like to make love to me?”
Anwyn stared at him with her mouth open, unable to utter a single word. But her body gave him clear signals instead.
The halting breath that slipped over her lips, the tense shoulders, the half-open mouth, the desire for more in her soft brown eyes.
The desire for him.
“Would you like to make love to me now, Anwyn?” Trálír repeated softly, looking at her questioningly.
“Now?” Her voice was husky.
“If you wish so.”
Anwyn glanced over her shoulder, letting her gaze glide around the room until she came to her father's bed and paused. Did she really want to give herself to Trálír here, in this room?
Did she really want her father to be sitting at the table the next morning, just a few steps away from the place where she would lose her virginity? Was this the right time to give herself to each other?
“I ... I don't know,” Anwyn replied uncertainly as she turned back to Trálír, who nodded in understanding, then leaned forward and gave her a loving kiss. When he broke away, he stroked his hand tenderly through her long, curly hair.
“Well, then this is not the right time for this step, my love. But we'll find it, we'll have a chance to give ourselves to each other, to explore. Are you okay with that?”
Anwyn nodded slowly, but the relief in her eyes was clear. Trálír leaned towards her once more and pressed his lips to hers, which she opened instantly and received his kiss hungrily. Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him towards her as he realized with surprise. When their lips parted, he looked down at her with a smile.
“Anwyn, I...” He broke off, cleared his throat and the laugh that followed sounded a little sheepish. “I'd like to try something.”
Anwyn raised her eyebrows questioningly.
“Try it out?”
Trálír nodded.
“You can stop immediately if you don't like it but maybe you won't? Maybe you like what I want to do?”
“Will it hurt?”
“Gods, no,” Trálír replied, almost shocked at the thought. “No, it won't hurt you. But if you feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed, just tap me three times with your fingers. Then I'll know instantly that you want to stop.”
Anwyn nodded slowly.
“Do you trust me, Anwyn?” Trálír asked, his heart beating up to his throat with excitement.
“I do,” she replied and looked up at him trustingly.
Trálír smiled with relief.
“Don't forget to tap me, alright?”
A nod on her part, her fawn eyes fixed trustingly on him. Trálír sat up, pushed the blanket off both their bodies and his gaze fell on Yarrow, who was still lying between them, sleeping peacefully.
“Yarrow, move,” whispered Trálír and pushed the little dog a little to one side. The dog woke up yawning, looked at his master sleepily and then trotted to the end of the bed where he lay down on the crumpled sheet and only needed a single breath to fall back to sleep.
Today there is not only a new chapter to explore but also a little surprise.
Take a look at our two Lovebirds Trálír and Anwyn!
Yes, that's right. These are the two of them and my heart is so full of love for them. The lovely Bunnymoon from Bluesky made the 3D models and gave them their special moment (I won a giveaway, yay). So yes, if you've always wanted to know what they look like, now you know ;D
Anwyn woke up, drowsy, when she felt a movement on her belly. She rubbed her eyes with her left hand and blinked for a few moments before adjusting to the darkness. The faint light of the half moon fell through the window at the end of her bed and she recognized Trálír who was deep in meditation with his eyes closed and a peaceful expression on his face. The next thing Anwyn realized was that her right hand was still clasped in Trálír's. She smiled and lifted the blanket with her left hand to see that Yarrow had his hind legs pressed against her stomach and his head was resting against Trálír's bare chest under the bedspread.
So, he was the reason I woke up, Anwyn thought. His hindlegs probably kicked me.
Anwyn gently lowered the blanket again so as not to wake the deeply sleeping dog, yawned softly and turned her gaze to Trálír. Through the silver-shining light of the moon, she recognized the wreath of thick black lashes that cast a shadow on his cheeks. Her eyes slid down his long, narrow nose to his beautifully curved lips. A soft sigh slipped over her lips as she imagined leaning forward, placing her palms gently on the bed to support herself and pressing her lips tenderly to his. She loved the feeling of him kissing her, of his tongue exploring her, playing with her, nibbling on her lips with his teeth or gently sucking on her lower lip. She could have kissed him for all eternity, savoring the feeling of melting into each other.
But since Yarrow was lying between them and she didn't want to disturb the dog or Trálír's peace, she contented herself with looking at him, thinking of all the beautiful moments they had shared.
And for a moment, she allowed herself to think of a future together. Only a few hours ago, he had confessed to her that it was not possible for him to take her as his wife and start a family.
Was this a wish he harbored? To be married to her? Had he also longed on many a lonely night to be able to spend a life together? And had he imagined what it would be like to have a home and to have promised each other? Had it occurred to him that he might be the father of one or two children? Possibly a son or even a daughter? Did Trálír also have this secret longing for more that neither of them dared to express?
Since the beginning of their relationship, Anwyn had always been aware that she would never have a union with the ruler's son like all the people around her had with their spouses. There would be no betrothal, no wedding, no living together.
If it ever came to expecting a child from him, Anwyn would be nothing more than the ruler's son's whore and her child a bastard. No one, neither human nor elf, would want to see how much she loved the ruler's son. She was nothing more than a poor, meaningless daughter of an old, sick fisherman. The simple prosperity they had earned would be scornfully referred to as the reward for her “labors of love” with the ruler's son.
At best, others would look at them with pity, at worst with open hatred.
This was the path Anwyn had chosen when she had confessed her love for Trálír.
And even though she had begun her relationship with all this knowledge, it pained her in the quiet and dark nights that her path, her love for this elf, would never be the same as what had bound her father and mother, for example. Or Conall and Eleri.
She would always be the one who had to take a back seat. And even if Trálír dreamed of marrying her, he would never get the chance. His father would never allow that.
That knowledge was set in stone.
Sometimes, on many a lonely night, Anwyn imagined what it would be like to be with Trálír for many years. For example, if she were the same age as her father. Would he still love her? Would he still find her attractive if her hair was graying, her skin without tension, her face full of wrinkles? And he himself had not aged a single year?
Even if it turned out to be true that they would spend a few decades together, the amount of time they could spend together would only be the blink of an eye in an elf's life. Anwyn was now 21 years old. How many more years did they have if all went well? Twenty, thirty years?
So many years in which she would live in the shadows, sure of his love, but nevertheless his life would take place for the most part in the castle while she would live her everyday life in the house where she had been born.
So many years in which she would always have to wait for him to come, never being sure when he could be at her side and when not.
And what if ...
Anwyn swallowed and closed her eyes because the pain of this idea almost took her breath away.
What if Trálír fell in love with someone else in the future? His status as son of the ruler would mean that he would have to welcome many guests in the castle, that he would travel to other cities and regions for parties. She suspected that he would often be absent in the future. And what if he would meet a different woman during one of those many visits? Maybe an elfess of outstanding beauty and graceful charm and she would arouse his interest? An elfess who would capture his heart?
His father wanted to see such a woman at Trálír's side. Of the same race, a beauty like a goddess.
Not something like her. Poor, ugly and stupid, of no value. Trálír would have resisted this idea with all his might, but Anwyn knew about the general attitude of the elves towards humans. And she was especially aware of his father's attitude towards her.
Trálír, the elder, regarded his son's love for Anwyn as a waste of time.
Sadness filled Anwyn and she felt her eyes moisten as her heart felt so heavy. She quickly rubbed away the rising tears with her hand, causing Yarrow to awaken and stretch, bringing Trálír out of his meditation.
Trálír slowly opened his eyelids and when he realized that Anwyn was watching him, a tender smile stole onto his lips.
“Are you using the stillness of the night to secretly watch your lover?” he asked, murmuring and squeezing her hand lovingly, which he had held throughout the meditation.
“Yarrow woke me up and I couldn't help but ... look at you,” Anwyn confessed to him softly, feeling the warmth in her body as she spoke these words that even made her cheeks flush. She hoped that Tralir couldn't tell that she was on the verge of bursting into tears. She was grateful for the darkness so that Trálír could not see that her eyes were still wet and what this confession was doing to her.
Her heart was beating so loudly that Anwyn feared he could hear her heartbeat.
“Do you like what you see, Anwyn?” he asked in a velvety voice.
„I … I … yes“, she whispered. Her voice sounded thin and she cleared her throat, wanting to appear confident to deflect how emotional and embarrassed she felt. “And I've been thinking. About you and ... me.”
Trálír raised an eyebrow and looked at her questioningly. “Would you like to confide your thoughts to me?”
Taking a deep breath, she seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then Anwyn began in a low voice: “I have wondered what it will be like when we are together for a long time, Trálír. When the years pass by and we get older.”
Trálír felt her trying to pull his hand away, but he held it tightly. He gazed intently into the face of his beloved, wondering where her words would lead.
“When I get older,” she improved softly and looked at him uncertainly from under the thick wreath of her eyelashes. “When I'm old, have wrinkles, gray hair and...”
“It doesn't matter to me, Anwyn,” he interrupted her, half straightening up, the blanket slipping off his shoulders and revealing his naked torso. He shook his head. As the light of the half-moon illuminated the room somewhat, Trálír recognized the worry in her large, still moist eyes.
“Yes, it will,” she replied and sighed deeply. “My life will only be the blink of an eye in all the centuries you will live. As I approach old age, you will not even be in the prime of your life.”
“I understand,” Trálír replied quietly. “I can't take that knowledge away from you, Anwyn. All I can do is be by your side for the time we will both have. And nothing will stop me.”
As Anwyn did not react to his words, Trálír turned his head to one side and looked at her thoughtfully.
“Do you doubt my words?”
Startled, she looked up and shook her head vehemently. “No, of course not.”
“But...?”
“It's all so complicated, Trálír,” she replied hesitantly. “Your status as heir to the Blackwater Lands, the circumstances I come from, our different races, our future. And I know that a marriage between us is as good as impossible.”
The high elf immediately wanted to contradict her and tell her that this was not the case, but Anwyn shook her head with a sad smile. “Please, Trálír, let's call a spade a spade and be realistic. I know this will never happen and I can live with that as long as I can be with you. I have chosen this life and I can accept the consequences, but ... but there's more than just the wedding and ... and ...”
She broke off and bit her lower lip uncertainly, turning her gaze away from him again and staring at the sheet.
“Do you want to confide in me what seems to be bothering you so much, Anwyn? I know it's painful that it seems impossible for us to marry, but despite everything, I'm not giving up hope. But if you have made this decision from a pure heart, with all its consequences, what else could make your heart so heavy?”
“You once promised me something, Trálír,” she whispered timidly and looked up at him. There was so much uncertainty in her fawn eyes that Trálír released their interlocked hands and placed his right hand on her cheek while his left rested on her waist.He looked at her tenderly.
“You promised... promised...” Anwyn broke off, cleared her throat sheepishly and it seemed as if she didn't want to utter another word. Trálír saw how hard she struggled to confide in him, he recognized the inner battle she was fighting in her fawn eyes. His gaze was full of compassion and he ran his thumb gently over her cheek, for he knew that it took a lot to show yourself to the other, to share what you felt, what you longed for or what you were afraid of.
“You promised me more than just ... to get married?”
Frowning, the elf seemed to ponder for a moment as a sudden realization flickered in his gaze. He seemed to remember.
A slight grin appeared on his lips.
“Ah, I see,” Trálír said with a cheeky grin. “You mean my cock, right?”
“By all nine hells, Trálír!” Anwyn gasped and immediately slapped her hands in front of her face. Trálír chuckled amused.
“Anwyn, don't,” he said and gently pulled his hand out from under hers. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
She was still hiding her face behind her hands and Trálír guessed that shame and insecurity about her own longing for him was the cause.
“Please, look at me,” he asked softly and breathed a sigh of relief when she complied with his request, at least as far as the hands in front of her face were concerned. She swallowed and avoided his gaze, staring at the sheet, her cheeks flaming red with shyness. Trálír reached for her fingers tenderly.
“Anwyn, is this about me promising you that you would be my wife before we give ourselves to each other for the first time?”
Still looking at the thin fabric covering both their bodies, she nodded hesitantly.
“I see,” Trálír replied quietly in an understanding voice. “So you were afraid that we would never get so close because a wedding seems impossible, am I right?”
“Yes,” she whispered and looked embarrassed at him. Her look was a mixture of uncertainty and sorrow. But Trálír saw something more in her eyes. Was there a hint of hope in her fawn eyes now that she had confided in him? He decided to take a cautious step forward.
“Do you have the desire to give yourself to me, Anwyn?”
He gently stroked her slender fingers with his fingertips and saw her chest rise and fall slightly as she listened to his words and understood their meaning. She quickly looked to the side again, but Trálír grabbed her chin with his thumb and forefinger and asked her to look at him.
“Would you like to make love to me?”
Anwyn stared at him with her mouth open, unable to utter a single word. But her body gave him clear signals instead.
The halting breath that slipped over her lips, the tense shoulders, the half-open mouth, the desire for more in her soft brown eyes.
The desire for him.
“Would you like to make love to me now, Anwyn?” Trálír repeated softly, looking at her questioningly.
“Now?” Her voice was husky.
“If you wish so.”
Anwyn glanced over her shoulder, letting her gaze glide around the room until she came to her father's bed and paused. Did she really want to give herself to Trálír here, in this room?
Did she really want her father to be sitting at the table the next morning, just a few steps away from the place where she would lose her virginity? Was this the right time to give herself to each other?
“I ... I don't know,” Anwyn replied uncertainly as she turned back to Trálír, who nodded in understanding, then leaned forward and gave her a loving kiss. When he broke away, he stroked his hand tenderly through her long, curly hair.
“Well, then this is not the right time for this step, my love. But we'll find it, we'll have a chance to give ourselves to each other, to explore. Are you okay with that?”
Anwyn nodded slowly, but the relief in her eyes was clear. Trálír leaned towards her once more and pressed his lips to hers, which she opened instantly and received his kiss hungrily. Her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him towards her as he realized with surprise. When their lips parted, he looked down at her with a smile.
“Anwyn, I...” He broke off, cleared his throat and the laugh that followed sounded a little sheepish. “I'd like to try something.”
Anwyn raised her eyebrows questioningly.
“Try it out?”
Trálír nodded.
“You can stop immediately if you don't like it but maybe you won't? Maybe you like what I want to do?”
“Will it hurt?”
“Gods, no,” Trálír replied, almost shocked at the thought. “No, it won't hurt you. But if you feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed, just tap me three times with your fingers. Then I'll know instantly that you want to stop.”
Anwyn nodded slowly.
“Do you trust me, Anwyn?” Trálír asked, his heart beating up to his throat with excitement.
“I do,” she replied and looked up at him trustingly.
Trálír smiled with relief.
“Don't forget to tap me, alright?”
A nod on her part, her fawn eyes fixed trustingly on him. Trálír sat up, pushed the blanket off both their bodies and his gaze fell on Yarrow, who was still lying between them, sleeping peacefully.
“Yarrow, move,” whispered Trálír and pushed the little dog a little to one side. The dog woke up yawning, looked at his master sleepily and then trotted to the end of the bed where he lay down on the crumpled sheet and only needed a single breath to fall back to sleep.
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Date: 2025-01-12 02:01 pm (UTC)Yarrow is staying on the bed? lol
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Date: 2025-01-12 02:37 pm (UTC)Lol, yes. XD
The small dog is like, do whatever you want, at least I can stay on the comfortable warm bed, LOL XDDD
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Date: 2025-01-12 04:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-01-16 10:06 pm (UTC)♥️♥️♥️
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Date: 2025-01-13 12:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-01-16 09:49 pm (UTC)Thank you so, so much. I LOVE this picture of both of them so, so much! ♥️♥️♥️
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Date: 2025-01-13 07:14 am (UTC)Thanks for posting the new chapter.
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Date: 2025-01-15 12:17 pm (UTC)And you are most welcome! Thank you so much for reading!! ♥️♥️♥️
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Date: 2025-01-13 05:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2025-01-13 05:34 pm (UTC)Ich fand die Szene am Ende mit Yarrow, der einfach mal "zuschauen möchte" richtig gelungen, so als "comic relief" :D
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Date: 2025-01-15 12:14 pm (UTC)Also so war es bei mir vor langer, langer Zeit.
Yay \o/
Ich habe so oft von Hunden oder Katzen gelesen die wirklich im Schlafzimmer vor dem Bett sitzen und interessiert zuschauen, LOL XDDD
Und da dachte ich mir, Yarrow ist das egal. Der will einfach nur in seiner Ecke liegen und schlafen. XDDD