stσlkhσlm sчndrσmє [[иσιя & zι∂αиє ]]

[Noir]

stσlkhσlm sчndrσmє​

a prιvaтe roleplay вeтween noιr and zιdane​

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Aunna bent down and climbed into the tent, hesitant to sleep next to any man, the act itself very risque for a proper lady. However, the situation left her with very few choices. She laid on her side, the curvature of her back and hips rested neatly against his chest and legs.

She blushed at the contact, the closeness in a way, more intimate then just hugging him when they were on the horse. Her fingers grazed the horse blanket, the animal's sweat and hair a present scent on the item. Though not unpleasant, it was rather earthy and reminded her of her own horse back at Highguard. She was sad that she wouldn't be going back. Thoughts of remarrying to some stranger...one of Zidane's men, by the sound of it. She hoped that she wouldn't marry a farmer or tradesmen...she knew so little about the chores, and she doubted that this guise would hold up too long after that was made apparent.

It was hard to sleep with so much on her mind, but she eventually relaxed into his touch, finding some comfort from the warmth of his body and was so brazen, in her sleep of course, to pull his arm over her waist.

The night was very cold, though she did not freeze, she had all but dug a space out in his chest cavity to crawl into. She was plastered over his body, enjoying his warmth, when the tiniest pink in the sky woke her. It was early...maybe five a.m. She guessed. Her cheeks glowed as she realized exactly where she was, how close she was. She slipped out of his arms and out of the tent, the cool air meeting her with the sort of harshness that took some getting used to. She poked the embers of last nights fire and threw some kindling onto the glowing coals hoping to breath some life into that. She knew that he had food for breakfast, but by no means was going to help herself.

Aunna wandered off into the woods to take care of somethings, and find a little extra something to eat. Though she didn't go too far, scared to get lost, get captured, get injured, or any other something that could befall her with all the bad luck she'd been having.