02.Jan.21, 11:43 PM
"You and your delightful ass," he told her with a smirk that lifted one corner of his mouth. He knew she wouldn't believe him even as he lifted his cheek for her to press her lips against it.
"Hell no," he scoffed, "I don't care what they do as long as I don't have to clean up their messes." Which he would do but he hated doing. Pendalier wasn't the greatest father, wasn't even the best of lovers when one thought about it, but he could always be counted on to clean up the messes that needed to be cleaned up. Most of the time he didn't mind but sometimes he fucking hated it. He tapped his fingers against the gift in his hand again before dragging her around to snuggle in his lap.
He set the gift on her thighs, hand sliding up and down the length of her leg as he positioned them to drape over the arm of his chair. "For you," he told her and raised a hand to kiss the palm before his brow furrowed slightly. "I was thinking how much Orwind has been a disappointment," he told her without tact. She was his mistress, the mother of a few of his children, and had been privy to more than a few times he'd ranted about his thoughts. Some of them violent and some of them quiet, Esille had seen much of him. "It would have been more fortuitous if he had actually done his duty correctly and impressed a bronze," he continued as his palm slid up and down her leg, "A brown at the very least."
The action was meant partly to soothe him and to entice her if she wanted, but mostly out of the need to keep his hand busy. "How helpful is a bluerider going to be for me?" he continued with more curious annoyance than anything else.
(The gift can be anything you can think of!)
"Hell no," he scoffed, "I don't care what they do as long as I don't have to clean up their messes." Which he would do but he hated doing. Pendalier wasn't the greatest father, wasn't even the best of lovers when one thought about it, but he could always be counted on to clean up the messes that needed to be cleaned up. Most of the time he didn't mind but sometimes he fucking hated it. He tapped his fingers against the gift in his hand again before dragging her around to snuggle in his lap.
He set the gift on her thighs, hand sliding up and down the length of her leg as he positioned them to drape over the arm of his chair. "For you," he told her and raised a hand to kiss the palm before his brow furrowed slightly. "I was thinking how much Orwind has been a disappointment," he told her without tact. She was his mistress, the mother of a few of his children, and had been privy to more than a few times he'd ranted about his thoughts. Some of them violent and some of them quiet, Esille had seen much of him. "It would have been more fortuitous if he had actually done his duty correctly and impressed a bronze," he continued as his palm slid up and down her leg, "A brown at the very least."
The action was meant partly to soothe him and to entice her if she wanted, but mostly out of the need to keep his hand busy. "How helpful is a bluerider going to be for me?" he continued with more curious annoyance than anything else.
(The gift can be anything you can think of!)