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Ascending Legends

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Dayn left one hand on Arryn's hip and placed the other against her cheek as they kissed. If he had been wanting to say something he'd long since lost the comment, his focus solely on Arryn's lips.
 
Dayn looked down at Arryn and smiled once he realized she was asleep. He was slow to join her, instead playing with her hair for a little while longer as he relaxed. Eventually he fell asleep, his head resting against her's and his hand tangled in her hair.
 
Arryn slowly shifted about as she woke up. The nightmares had been loose and vague, but enough to put her on edge. She slowly ran her hand across Dayn's chest, shoulders, and neck, before settling down again. She could feel his hand in her hair and his head laying against hers, and those sensations helped her calm down quite a bit. The sunlight sifting through the shutters indicated it to be sometime past midday.
 
Dayn's breathing changed, signaling him coming to again. He could feel Arryn against him even before he opened his eyes. Slowly he started gently playing in Arryn's hair as he nuzzled against her, finding her neck before he started kissing.
 
"I could go for some tavern food." Dayn eased out of the bed and stretched when he got to his feet. "And I think I'm going to look especially Southern for the day.", he said as he grabbed his kilt. "What do you think?"
 
Arryn looked at him, then the kilt. If he wanted honesty.... "I think you're going to freeze. You can't use your pyromancy to warm yourself up anymore, remember."
 
Dayn's lips formed a thin line as he sighed and tossed the kilt back onto the dresser. "So much for that idea. Hmm. Well, you are the one who benefits from me looking sharp. What doth my fair lady recommend?"
 
Arryn grinned and went through his pack before pulling out a pair of dark pants and a longsleeve charcoal shirt. "I recommend this."
 
Dayn looked over the combination, leaned over to kiss Arryn's cheek, and started changing into the clothes she had picked out. "I get the feeling you like seeing me in dark colors."
 
Arryn chuckled and shook her head as she changed into a longsleeve green shirt and brown pants. "I just like the charcoal shirt, and your black pants look nice."
 
Arryn looked at him for a second. What was he hinting at? She gave him a smile in return. "Forgive me for taking note of how my husband's clothing looks on him."
 
Arryn giggled a bit and walked over to his side to wrap her arms around his neck. "Well, maybe a bit. Don't act like you haven't done the same to me. And, more than just my ass. But we're married so it's okay."
 
"Oh I admit that I have looked at far more than just your ass." Dayn turned and wrapped his arms around Arryn as he looked into her eyes. "I also admit that every time I look at you I find myself more and more captivated by you." He leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose. "No matter which part I happen to be looking at at the time."
 
As Dayn followed Arryn out of the room he checked his belt, making sure his dagger was in place. He didn't expect retaliation for the raid but it didn't hurt to have something on hand if needed. Once they had made it out into the town Dayn relaxed and had to remind himself not to be overtly romantic and keep the affection to only holding Arryn's hand. Gods above. I don't care what Arryn says, Northerners are prudes.
 

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