AN: This drabble wouldn't let me sleep last night until I wrote it down. Not my characters.
He likes it when she falls asleep in his arms. It means he can study her, uninterrupted, and without her becoming embarrassed. He runs his fingers through her hair, auburn red, not quite as bright as his own, and longer. Presses his lips to her skin, whichever part is closest, it doesn't bother him. All of it is soft, and sweet. His touch ghosts lightly over scars, legacies from their past battles, permanent, unfading. She doesn't like them, tries to hide them. They're a sign of courage, he thinks. Wrapping his arms more tightly around her, he falls asleep, too.
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