𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚

"Dear Gods, I think if anything that might scare the hangover away." She says, her face wrinkling up at the smell. "I suppose for that, a thank you might be in order...."

"Hmmm? Oh — yes, yes — perhaps a little too much ale last night?" She sighs and runs a hand through somewhat dishevelled hair.

DRAMATIC GROANING

though after everything that has happened, just know, you are everything to me.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀*⠀ ⠀⠀.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸ྀི ࣪⊹˚.｡˚⠀⠀ ⠀ ⤼⠀ ⠀⠀𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽⠀⠀ ⠀the⠀⠀ ⠀point⠀⠀ ⠀of ⠀ ⠀no⠀ ⠀ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ*⠀ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀abandon⠀⠀ ⠀thought ⠀ ⠀⠀&&. ⠀ ⠀⠀ let ⠀ ⠀⠀the⠀ ⠀⠀𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 ⠀ ⠀⠀𝐃͟𝐄͟𝐒͟𝐂͟𝐄͟𝐍͟𝐃͟. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

The last one I may not be able to satisfy — strength isn't my forte — but the rest? Most definitely agreed.

Depends less on their physical attributes and more on their ability to make me laugh, keep me on my toes... I like a woman that makes me think.