cregan stark x fem!reader based on this ask ! ( w. 658 )
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"keep your arm steady," cregan murmurs lowly. he's close, so close — his warm breath crystalizes in their air and ruffles the soft hair by your ear. one of his hands is settled on the dip of your waist, under your fur cloak but atop your gown; the other is on your forearm.
your body bends like the bow of a willow tree under his gentle guidance. his hand slides down, coming to rest just below your elbow. long fingers reach over the joint, pressing at the base of your ulna to guide it gently out of the staunchly straight manner in which you hold yourself.
"you mustn't lock this," he taps your elbow. his hand slides back to your upper arm, squeezing softly through the layers of your warm winter garb, "and you're too tense. hold it firm, but don't clench your muscles."