BookWyrm
Carpe Librum
Dayn wasn't asleep by any means, but his body was very relaxed in Arryn's arms. His breathing was steady and quiet, and his heartbeat in unison with her's. Dayn swore he could feel something mending inside of him as Arryn loved on him and sang to him. Some kind of wound long looked over and ignored just now being treated because he had allowed himself to trust his wife fully. Dayn gently nuzzled under Arryn's chin before kissing her neck. He didn't want her to stop singing, but in the same way he wanted to show some love to her as well, though at the moment he found himself almost incapable of responding. He didn't know how to describe this feeling. Love. That was the only thing that did it any justice in his mind, for what little focus he could give to anything other than his wife at the moment.