Muse Reaction Soft Edition For Phillip

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[ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.


tagging : ~ Sir Phillip Crane ~ 

[Sir Phillip Crane]

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i would merely

BE DOING MY DUTY

Phillip still could not believe himself so fortunate. He never thought marriage could be so . . . good. So blissfully wonderful. He had a beautiful wife who was exceptional with his children. One who smiled, and brought joy to the otherwise somber hallways of his estate. Of course his children brought a happiness as well, but it was different. She made everything quite different. Another prime example being that he was sleeping right next to her. The vigorous exertion of their marital acts had caused them to quickly find the ease of sleep . . . and without a second thought of departing her bed, Phillip slept soundly next to her.

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Eight years without being with a woman left a great deal of time to compensate for. But alas, sleep was rather inevitable. And, it was the good kind. The kind of sleep and rest that came from such pleasurable activities . . . yes. Phillip had not known marriage could be so wonderful. So when he felt the bed start to shift and sounds escape Eloise, he slowly opened his eyes to look at her. Whatever grogginess would ordinary be associated from being pulled from sleep prematurely, abruptly fled and Phillip instead quickly sat up, moving closer to her. "Eloise?" He asked, but it seemed that she was having a bad dream.

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Without a second thought, his hand went to her cheek in attempt to comfort her, and pull her from whatever plagued her subconscious. "Eloise," he said a bit more loudly, more firmly. He shifted closer to her, realizing that he was not even entirely certain how to comfort her. There had not been a need to in the few days that they were married . . . well, not in this way anyway. "Eloise!" He said once more, his hand still upon her cheek, his other hand on her shoulder to give it a gentle shake to wake her up. Whatever she was dreaming about was causing her distress and he hated to see her like that. What he hated even more though . . . was the thought of him potentially being responsible for this distress.