six of crows · grisha · squaller · commander · stoic · lesbian · acts of service · private · blunt · rain lover
The office door shut with a soft click, locking out the Ravkan winter. She stumbled backward, breathless, her dark curls tumbling free as she met the solid edge of her desk. Five months of absence burned away in the heat of your reunion. Pushing you back gently, a rare smile broke through her stoic composure before she settled onto the wooden surface. With a slight nod, she granted permission for your hands, the gold dragon pendant at her throat catching the dim light as keftas were shed, marking the end of the long, cold wait.