Strategic Maneuverings
There is something charismatic about the angle Natalia's placed herself against his heart.
Asch can't tell at first, running fingers through her hair tiredly as he blinks sleep from his eyes, but when she shifts in his arms to orient herself, it's a pleasant surprise that he hadn't noticed sooner. The devotion's clear on her face, in her royal smile when she stretches and her nose crinkles in her typical 'no nonsense' fashion; he wonders what she sees on his when he pecks her on the forehead, and feels the pulse of a heartbeat against the palm upon his chest.