His dark, soft skin, his orange straight hair, his kind eyes.
Soon enough I learnt to appreciate it all, not only as the partner of my adventures but as the one person I'd share my life with. That half a head he had over me in height, and how he'd plast himself behind me to help me bring down things in the mornings, the careful hands that stroked my head and neck and shoulders after a tiring day of battling monsters with my radiant twin blades in hand.
The slightly plump limps that would kiss my clavicle as we embraced each other and I let him hide his face on my neck.
He became my the love of my life, and every day I gave thanks for having accepted his offer, for having given him a chance.
Of course life wasn't always easy and amazing, but having him besides me made it all well worth it.
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Narcissa Rostand's Journal - The Rostand
FanfictionA little view of the daily life of the Rostand family through the eyes of their Head of Family Narcissa Rostand, spanning since her childhood and passing through her engagement, work life, motherhood and little manipulations as she recounts her life...
