More fic, what.
Mar. 31st, 2011 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tehluggageThis is all Aimo's fault.
Rob, Fenris and a cameo or two by Jim.
It’s a quiet night at home, for once. Rob’s decided that now would be an excellent time to actually clean up their library, a task she’s been putting off for an embarrassingly long time. She has books piled up everywhere – with a safe space in front of the fireplace of course, she’s not about to risk the house like that - and Jim stashed safely out of the way at the desk, where he won’t try to ‘help’. Rob learned her lesson with that long ago, in Lothering, when Jim’s idea of help would be to shelve three books, get distracted and go sit in the corner with some treatise on A Thousand And One Uses For Elfroot. Or something along those lines, herbalism had really never been her strong suit.
Rob’s enjoying the peace and quiet, humming a soft little tune to herself, when she’s rudely startled by the sound of a throat being cleared right behind her. She starts, and whips around to see Fenris looking vaguely embarrassed.
“Don’t stop,” he says softly. “I…would like to show you something.” He reaches out, takes the book from her hand that she’d been about to put away, and sets it quietly on the shelf behind her. Then he takes her hand, settles it on his waist just above the Hawke emblem he never leaves behind, and arranges their remaining hands into what Rob recognizes as a standard dance position, albeit one she’s never bothered to try. Absently, she notes that he’s taken off his spiky gloves, and his fingers are pale and smooth, with the lyrium markings running all the way to the tips. It’s a rare glimpse of his softer side, and one Rob feels privileged to see.
He nudges her gently with his hip, and obligingly, she starts to hum again. It’s a simple song, really, but it seems to satisfy Fenris, as he smiles a little and starts to move with the beat. Rob follows along, the steps of the dance unfamiliar, but not difficult. Fenris is an excellent leader, and he takes care never to move faster than she can follow.
The floor in front of the fireplace is warm on their bare feet, and the crackle of the logs is soothing. Their dance has gradually slowed down into a gentle swaying, and Rob’s head is tucked into Fenris’s shoulder, his hands gentle around her waist. She barely notices Jim slipping out the door and closing it quietly behind him, though she’s sure to hear about it tomorrow.
For now, life is quiet, warm and content.
Rob, Fenris and a cameo or two by Jim.
It’s a quiet night at home, for once. Rob’s decided that now would be an excellent time to actually clean up their library, a task she’s been putting off for an embarrassingly long time. She has books piled up everywhere – with a safe space in front of the fireplace of course, she’s not about to risk the house like that - and Jim stashed safely out of the way at the desk, where he won’t try to ‘help’. Rob learned her lesson with that long ago, in Lothering, when Jim’s idea of help would be to shelve three books, get distracted and go sit in the corner with some treatise on A Thousand And One Uses For Elfroot. Or something along those lines, herbalism had really never been her strong suit.
Rob’s enjoying the peace and quiet, humming a soft little tune to herself, when she’s rudely startled by the sound of a throat being cleared right behind her. She starts, and whips around to see Fenris looking vaguely embarrassed.
“Don’t stop,” he says softly. “I…would like to show you something.” He reaches out, takes the book from her hand that she’d been about to put away, and sets it quietly on the shelf behind her. Then he takes her hand, settles it on his waist just above the Hawke emblem he never leaves behind, and arranges their remaining hands into what Rob recognizes as a standard dance position, albeit one she’s never bothered to try. Absently, she notes that he’s taken off his spiky gloves, and his fingers are pale and smooth, with the lyrium markings running all the way to the tips. It’s a rare glimpse of his softer side, and one Rob feels privileged to see.
He nudges her gently with his hip, and obligingly, she starts to hum again. It’s a simple song, really, but it seems to satisfy Fenris, as he smiles a little and starts to move with the beat. Rob follows along, the steps of the dance unfamiliar, but not difficult. Fenris is an excellent leader, and he takes care never to move faster than she can follow.
The floor in front of the fireplace is warm on their bare feet, and the crackle of the logs is soothing. Their dance has gradually slowed down into a gentle swaying, and Rob’s head is tucked into Fenris’s shoulder, his hands gentle around her waist. She barely notices Jim slipping out the door and closing it quietly behind him, though she’s sure to hear about it tomorrow.
For now, life is quiet, warm and content.
