25 Sep 2018
the moments of an emperor, his wife and chancellor, and their children. alexis / marrine, post-canon and family fluff.
“Place your hand on my waist, and my arm on your shoulder,” she reminds him, and she links their free arms together. They’re closer than they were that time, but the lack of space between them is no longer quite so stifling, quite so shocking; instead, it’s a welcome closeness, a change of space that she can truly appreciate this time.
(She still recalls that kiss in the rain, and her heart flutters just at the thought of it. She doesn’t notice, of course, but Theo catches the faint blush that traces its way over her cheeks, and he’s thinking of the same thing, too.)