Perhaps we will leave the Jigsaws of this world to me. His warm chuckle followed and Oswin found it drew a smile over her lips in return. Her eyes chased up to meet his gaze from beneath her fan of silvery-pale lashes. Tyr moved then to brush his lips across her pale face and, at the contact, her eyelids drifted closed and her smile grew. She tucked in closer to him, then he tugged at her mane. Oswin’s eyelids popped open and she giggled - yes, she giggled, which had not been a sound Oswin had made with anyone but her children. Then, she felt her lover purposefully tense his body, thick muscles grown firm where she pressed up against him.

The giggle gently died out in her throat and she made a soft, involuntary murmur. Ever since they had first met, there was something about Tyr that always stirred something inside her. She tilted her pink lips toward his broad, dark-dusted golden shoulder and brushed them there. A playful touch.

“I like that idea,” she admitted against his skin, then pulled her pale face away enough to meet his eyes. “I think you’re more than capable of it, my love.” Her tone was light as she admitted it with another gentle laugh. She loved how easily she tucked up into his side, as large and muscular as he was, but sometimes she imagined they made quite the pair when they stood side-by-side. Oswin could only imagine how easily he could knock himself into someone’s path and stay standing, versus the likelihood of her pulling that move off successfully. In her hot-headed youth she might’ve hated to admit it, but these days, having someone like Tyr to love and to rely on gave her a sense of security like she had never known.

oswin
this is as brave as I know how to be.
I know it’s gonna hurt you, but please… be a little proud of me.