Do You See these Thoughts I'm Thinking

It was easy to be near Rhyme, even when he was angry he tried his best to not make her have reason to fear him. It was unlike so many others had always been with her. IT had always been if someone was angry they beat her, whether it was her fault or not.

She pressed her ears forward and gave a sigh as she relaxed against Rhyme. Relaxing was the best thing she could do right now. He asked when she learned to make wine and she wasn't sure she wanted to give him an answer. It would probably infuriate him to know why and how she learned to make the beverages. That she had used it more than recreationally at a point in her life. It was better to not keep secrets though, they could one day fester and become something to hurt her or anyone she cared about. "I-it w-was w-when I l-lost my e-ears. I l-learned i-it c-could n-numb t-the s-senses and d-dull pain. I-I d-drank a-alot b-back t-then." She excluded that her teacher at the time had been a healer she spied on and when he caught her he had cuffed her then tender ears as punishment. Honestly the old healer had been the nicest of her masters, though she knew he was likely dead by now.

Rhymes kiss landed him with her shoving her head under his head and her face into his throat.

"Talk."