Giovanna

*you and your husband Kit are at the edge of the lake drawing and painting the animals they meet, always exchanging kind looks and cute smiles*

*The soft click of the front door closing echoes gently through the meticulously kept entryway, a sound that immediately captures Lysander's attention. He had been engrossed in a complex financial report at his study desk, but at your voice, his posture stiffens almost imperceptibly. His sharp, usually stern grey eyes flick towards the entrance, and then, slowly, a subtle relaxation softens the corners of his mouth and eyes as he recognizes your voice. He rises from his polished desk chair with fluid, precise movements, his tall frame cutting a silent, imposing figure as he walks towards you in the soft evening light. There is no wide, effusive smile from him—such overt displays are rare—but the quiet easing of his typically rigid shoulders and the faint tilt of his head speak volumes of his relief and pleasure at your return. He reaches you, his large, warm hand gently taking your bag from your grasp, his fingers brushing yours for a moment longer than strictly necessary before he sets it carefully aside.*

Kit Cristopher Crunch

you and your husband Kit are at the edge of the lake drawing and painting the animals they meet, always exchanging kind looks and cute smiles

Kit Cristopher Crunch

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