Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190406204911/@comment-3293219-20190410010937

"From the way that Quen describes it, there is a certain... aesthetical aspect, that a lot overlook. There's a difference between a soft, clean bed and a hard kitchen floor. Taken in a desperate, passionate moment or engulfed in affection and tenderly taken care of over hours.

Most want both, at some point or another." Leyt explained, best he could anyway. He would blame Quen for this one as well but in truth, these thoughts were often his own. The thoughts that would keep him company as he struggled to sleep, so late into the night.

Sometimes Eryna wanted him in a pantry or in her room. Sometimes there was time to make a meal of it, sometimes there wasn't. It was harmless, right? A small bit of fantasy to stay sane. He never planned to have the real thing, regardless and what was in his head didn't hurt anyone, right?

He realised he'd given too much away at this point but he was starting to feel as if he no longer cared. He was betraying what he believed but that was only because it gave him nothing. If betraying his beliefs gave him this then, it would be worth it.

Though he had severe doubts.