Somewhere along the line he grew older and he still looked upon it as if it was some sort of miracle. He had not expected to grow taller and older. He had not expected to live beyond his 17th name day. Yet here he was, crossing the universe in some sort of great, iron ship, surrounded by the strangest characters.
And when he turned twenty one he became a little melancholy, thoughts drifting off to all that he had left behind and all that he had gained. It made him wish for Riona's company and late in the evening he appears in front of her door with a nice bottle of red and two mugs to pour it into.
"Riona..." Robb barely used honourifics anymore. "...I have a bottle of red with me and two mugs. It is my name day today and I think we should celebrate."
Being for so long in the fleet, Riona's grown into a weary acceptance of it. Still hoping for a way home, but knowing that wasn't coming anytime soon. Sometimes she struggles to remember faces and voices of the people she loves that remain at home, and Maker that kills her. But it's a struggle she keeps to herself.
She's idly thumbing through her communicator when she hears someone approach. She looks up and smiles. "Is it already? Where does the time go?" Tossing her device to the side, Riona hops off her bed. "Sounds like a good way to celebrate to me."
Robb had seen his siblings come and go. Same for his lady wife and his mother. Even though the losses still took their toll on him he had managed to get over it and move on. In the end they would have been better off without him. He has never been much of a king anyway.
“Gods, I have no clue at all... At times it seems to fly, at times it seems to crawl.” Time was an odd thing in this place. “I think so as well. It should be a gathering with good friends.”
He waits until she has opened the door, smiling at her when she does so.
“At least I can say I finally am starting to get a bit of a beard. When I was younger I have always hoped for one.”
“That is untrue. These hairs are most definitely a beard.” When he was younger Robb always found himself frustrated with the fact that his beard refused to grow. Now it matters less, he had no men around him anymore and the crown he used to wear is a thing from the past. “Well enough, it is not the beard of my uncle.”
[They'd been trying for months going into years to have a baby. Not just because it was expected by their families, their country. Well, not just for Alistair. Being married to Riona is the best thing that's ever happened in his life. Going to sleep each night and waking up every morning next to her has been like a dream since the first night.
And why wouldn't he want a tiny, perfect human being that is the best of his loving, gorgeous wife and himself for the entire world to be jealous of?
It was never going to be easy. Not with the both of them having been Grey Wardens, but it was a duty they had to try. And it was fun trying. Besides, they were young and, aside from the Taint, healthy. They both kept in shape with their weapons in the palace's courtyard, with their guards, while attending to matters of state.
But the last few days, he's noticed that there's something off about Riona. And he's starting to get worried.]
Are you all right, my love? [He has to lean over to whisper in her ear, much to Eamon's irritation, but his uncle can go hang himself right now. His wife and her health are his priority.] We can skip the next batch of petitioners if you'd like to get some fresh air.
[While ruling and dealing with the nobility and problems of the people has been a challenge, Riona's never regretted her decision to join Alistair. Being married to him, working alongside of him and supporting him, makes her happy in ways she can't ever hope to describe with words. The only dark cloud hanging over it all is their inability to conceive a child. Ostensibly, it's her most important role as queen, and yet the taint prevents either of them from conceiving. To say it frustrates her, and breaks her heart, would be dramatically understating it.
And yet... the impossible may have happened. Riona didn't bleed last month like she ought to have. At the time she'd been so busy she hadn't noticed, but the other day one of her laides in waiting commented on it, and it struck her. She also failed to bleed this month, though it wasn't out of the question yet that she still might. But hope burned within her, enough that she (discreetly) went to a midwife to ask for advice.
The results were promising. Somehow, she just might be pregnant.
Riona was both elated... and a little terrified. Was she ready? Were either of them ready? Would the baby survive? Would there be some lasting effects from the taint in the child? Her mind spun with the possibilities as she struggled to find a way to break the news. But her body betrayed her a little sooner than she was willing when it decided that now was a good time to start morning sickness. She'd been feeling nauseous off and on the past few days, and she's fought to keep her mood from swinging too much. And now Alistair's noticed something's wrong.
A part of her just wanted to keep focusing on their work, but her stomach said otherwise. One of the advisors murmured that she didn't look too well.]
I'm just feeling a little under the- [Uh oh. She needs to go. Now.] Pardon me, I need to step out for a moment. I'm so sorry. [She hurries up from her seat and quickly strides out of the room. Once she's out of sight, she sprints as best as she can in a dress and those shoes towards a nearby pail. Just as she manages to kneel down in front of it, up comes to contents of her breakfast. Ugh.]
[He's on his feet the second she starts to nearly run out of the room. The nobles and the gallery are all in shocked whispers, but he ignores them. He's sure there are guards close behind him, but he doesn't pay them any mind as he tries to find his wife.
The sounds of her being sick are easy to follow and he frowns before turning to one of the men nearest him. A quick order to get a healer is quickly fulfilled as he lowers himself beside her.]
[She should have just made up an excuse and stayed out of the meetings today, but nooooooo, she had to put on a front and now she's paying for it. Riona grimaces as she takes her handkerchief and wipes off the vestiges of the vomit from her mouth. Now a raid to the kitchen is needed to drown out the taste in her mouth...
But that must wait, it seems, as Alistair hurries over to her.]
Lost my breakfast. My stomach appears to be a little upset today.
( Alex is drinking in the Gallows. It's not like it's much of a regular haunt, but she hasn't been here to have a regular haunt, and in front of her are discarded efforts at drawing plans and notes that might look somewhat scientific to the interested observer. They have, apparently, been set aside in favour of whiskey, and she's draining her glass. The thunk of it back down on the wooden bench she's sitting on somehow manages to sound frustrated.
She's drinking in the Gallows because she doesn't trust herself to get her arse back over here before the curfew, which pisses her off enough to make her want to break it just on principle. Being angry is one of her talents, seems like, especially lately.
Going to refill her glass, she swears when only a quiet trickle pours out. )
[Because the Maker or whoever has an interesting sense of humor, Carver happens to be walking by with a tankard full of ale when she curses. For a moment he pauses, brow raised and wondering what the fuck he did now. But even in his tipsy state, he realizes that she's not talking to him - or at least, he hopes not. Though where Alex is concerned, who knows.
Normally he'd just keep walking by, but the inebriation bids him to open his mouth. This probably won't go well but it wouldn't be Carver if he exercised sense all the time.]
She says to the spread of inanimate objects around her. What'd they do to offend you?
( THE WORLD has offended her, Carver. The entire world. )
The stuff I'm workin' on won't magically complete itself to make sense and work, and the bottle of whiskey is empty. The entire world is clearly conspirin' against my beautiful self.
If I had a silver for every time someone said that.
[He leaves it open-ended. Would he have a lot, or a little? It's a ~mystery~]
And the world clearly hates you because you drank said whisky and - Maefareth's balls, I don't even know what to tell you about all of that. But you know, whisky is usually partaken to help someone not think.
(ooc: just gonna slide on here for some much needed psl stuff like the ghost that i am. mostly because i'm in a desperate need for some dumb awkward first times. )
She's crouched before the fireplace, toes curled against the chilled stone floor as her magic comes alive-- a flicker of fire to start a much needed fire. It isn't long before the fire grows, filling the room with warmth and the lingering scent of herbs. Harvestmere has only just ended yet the temperature has dropped considerably and Kirkwall has, once again, become the cold port city she knows so well. It makes her miss the milder winters of Starkhaven terribly but she does not dwell on those homesick thoughts for long and instead looks upwards at Prompto, unable to help the smile that immediately appears and allowing her gaze to linger for just a moment.
Today had been good, marvelous even. One of their easier days where working together was possible and they could take their time in the city. Holding hands, sneaking kisses and needy touches. A day where she wanted him more than anything else in this world. She doesn't want the day to end, not yet, but... but she knows it is not so easy. They know one another now, their secrets and fears but it is still a big step beyond what they are comfortable with now. Right, okay, one step at a time...
"Prompto," she says, a hand reaching up to take one of his. "Will you stay with me tonight?"
Prompto stands next to Saoirse, warming his hands and arms and well, basically everything in front of the fire. He misses electric heat, he really does. He misses being able to walk into a building and have it be warm already, rather than moving about constantly until a fire is burning and then waiting hours for it to warm the place. He misses it, but it's a small price to pay, he thinks, to be with the woman next to him.
Who's looking at him very intently and she's asking him - oh. Oh.
He instinctively grips her hand, though his mind's spinning. It's not the first time they've spent the night together, but all they did was cuddle and sleep. Is that what she means here? He's not sure. Something in her words suggests otherwise. And it's not like they haven't been a little more... grabby with each other the past few weeks. He's gotten a little bolder, hands roaming to places they once hadn't, and his kisses begging for just a bit more. And the mental hang-ups he had about progressing things have mostly been taken care of, save for the simple fact that this is new to him and he, frankly, has little idea of what he's doing.
Naturally, there's a blush that spreads across his cheeks and nose. "Yeah, I'd love to. But, um... what exactly did you have in mind?"
What exactly did you have in mind? He asks, and Saoirse holds her tongue from saying everything. Instead she offers a light hum and raises from her crouched position, gently bringing the hand she holds upwards with a small smile. Honestly, he is too cute. The flush of red against his cheeks and nose somehow makes her fall even more in love if that was even possible.
"Hmm. I thought perhaps we might take it slow, see where it goes." She says lightly, idly kissing the back of his wrist whilst her other hand comes to play with a button on his shirt. "And if there is any point when you're uncomfortable then you can let me know."
Prompto's inexperienced with relationships, particularly romantic ones, but even he sees what she's doing. She's gently hinting at wanting to take it further, but giving him the option of an out. It lessens the pressure, and he appreciates it. Not that he doesn't want her, oh no. That's hardly the problem. It's just... intimidating. She deserves only the best, but he knows he's not going to be able to give her that for awhile.
"Okay. I - that'd be great." He's probably blushing even more than before, as much as he wishes otherwise. Damn it, why can't he be as suave and unaffected as Gladio? "I just like - I mean, being with you, doing anything is great, you know?" Wow. Smooth, Prompto.
He contemplates going 'Look behind you!' and then sprinting and jumping out the nearest window quite honestly.
Alistair never ceases to be a fount of endless joy, support, and frustration for Riona.
He might not realize it, but he's been her rock these past six or so months. As time passed, their relationship changed. From mentor to fellow warrior to friend and then to lover. Well, lover in the emotional aspect of the term, anyway. Not quite as much the physical aspect.
Oh, sure, they'd done plenty of kissing, and hugging, and hand holding, and cuddling and the like. No complaints there. She loves those moments with him where they can strip off the armor and just be as close as possible. But the trouble - and where the frustration stems from - is that she wholeheartedly and unashamedly also wants to throw him to the ground and fuck him until he's screaming her name. And if it were nearly anyone else, she'd have done so by now.
But she can't with him - or, well, she simply won't. Because their barely coded conversation a couple months earlier revealed that he was still a virgin. Riona might very well be his first time, and for all her sexual frustration and need, she won't rush this. If they lay together, it'll be on his time and his say-so. No sooner. She fears mentioning anything to him about how she's feeling, lest he feel rushed or pressured. That wouldn't do. She'd never forgive herself for pushing him before he's ready. So she waits and suffers in silence. At least it's a fun kind of suffering.
Some nights are easier than others. A long hard day's trek filled with fighting usually wore her out too much to spare any energy to even think about sex, let alone reasonably participate in it. The most she can spare is a quick glance at his ass and smile in appreciation before passing out in her tent.
Tonight is not one of those nights.
Tonight is a night where she's ogling him somewhat openly, only darting her eyes away at the last second before he - or the others - spot her leering. None of it is helped by the threadbare shirt he's wearing or how easily she spots the lines of his muscles under his shirt and pants, just begging to be touched and worshiped by her hands and lips. Nor in the way his hair's tousled just so, sticking out in endearing angles that make her want to run her hands through it... then grip it tight while she rides him like a-
Oh fuck, she's staring again.
Oh double fuck, he's noticed she's staring and is giving her that exaggerated, cocked brow look that's kind of adorable. And for once, Riona's the fumbling, bumbling one as she blushes and quickly ducks her head to focus on what she's doing. Which is - Maker, what was she doing?
(Now would be a really great time for a hole to open up below her and swallow her whole)
Well, the problem with things is that there hasn't been a day since first meeting her in Ostagar that he hasn't thought she is the most beautiful woman he's ever met. Certainly he's met other attractive women in his life, but there's something about the way she can kick his ass or kiss him, depending on how she feels, that attracts him all the more.
Besides, she knows him. She understands him. She's taken the time to listen to his fumbling ways and help him with his grief over Duncan and, oddly enough, his half-brother that he hardly knew. She understands that while he himself doesn't really have any hopes of leading Ferelden, no matter what other people think, losing Cailan means that he's lost the last real link to Maric. He's lost the last of his childish hopes that he might know his father at all. She understands all of this and doesn't judge him and expect him to get over it and move on.
Unlike some people. CoughMorriganCough
And, well, she is bloody gorgeous. Kissing, flirting, touching her all set his blood on fire, make him crave to know what she tastes like, how she'd sound during sex, what would feel like.
But, he's been good. He's tried to control things as best he can. Except it's not easy when he spends a great deal of time walking behind her, watching the way her hips and backside move so tantalizingly before him. Or he can feel her eyes on him when he takes off his armor and it's just him in his undershirt.
Sort of like now.
Looking over his shoulder, he spots her dark eyes fastened on him and he cocks his eyebrow in a playful question that makes her blush and look away. Was she... Maker, she was.
Quickly, he searches out where Leliana and the others are and sees them all down around the fire. Without wanting to catch their attention, he just tries to casually walk over to Riona's tent, ignoring the bulge forming in his trousers. "Something wrong, my dear?" he whispers huskily.
Oh crud, he's heading her way. She needs to look busy, and fast. Hmm, that pack looks like it needs... something. Whatever, she's going to pretend she's fussing with it and that's what she's been doing the entire time.
And she thinks she's prepared to give a straight-faced answer to whatever he says, but when his voice drops like that she damn near drops her pack. Even on a good day it's hard for her to not react to that, let alone now when she's barely able to refrain from jumping him. "Oh, um, nothing." She smiles for him, hoping to cover her brief fumble. "Just got a little lost in thought. Everything okay with you?"
Well, that's interesting. Riona is definitely the one to make him hot and bothered and more nervous than a cat in a mabari training pen. Awkward and clumsy is just him.
Not her.
But it certainly does look rather attractive on her. Well, everything looks attractive on her, even mud and blood and a million other things. And, now he can't stop thinking about how her hips sway when she walks or how the water clings to her hair when she bathes in camp.
"I-I'm fine. Never better, but... you know, I couldn't help but wonder why you were looking at me so intently. Is there anything you need that I can do for you?"
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Date: 2017-08-02 06:26 pm (UTC)And when he turned twenty one he became a little melancholy, thoughts drifting off to all that he had left behind and all that he had gained. It made him wish for Riona's company and late in the evening he appears in front of her door with a nice bottle of red and two mugs to pour it into.
"Riona..." Robb barely used honourifics anymore. "...I have a bottle of red with me and two mugs. It is my name day today and I think we should celebrate."
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Date: 2017-08-05 03:02 pm (UTC)She's idly thumbing through her communicator when she hears someone approach. She looks up and smiles. "Is it already? Where does the time go?" Tossing her device to the side, Riona hops off her bed. "Sounds like a good way to celebrate to me."
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Date: 2017-08-09 03:52 pm (UTC)“Gods, I have no clue at all... At times it seems to fly, at times it seems to crawl.” Time was an odd thing in this place. “I think so as well. It should be a gathering with good friends.”
He waits until she has opened the door, smiling at her when she does so.
“At least I can say I finally am starting to get a bit of a beard. When I was younger I have always hoped for one.”
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Date: 2017-08-13 01:31 am (UTC)"Shall we honor your birthday and budding beard in the mess hall?"
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Date: 2017-08-14 07:11 pm (UTC)Robb raises his eyes at her question.
“Are they going to throw me a surprise party?”
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Date: 2018-02-08 06:12 am (UTC)And why wouldn't he want a tiny, perfect human being that is the best of his loving, gorgeous wife and himself for the entire world to be jealous of?
It was never going to be easy. Not with the both of them having been Grey Wardens, but it was a duty they had to try. And it was fun trying. Besides, they were young and, aside from the Taint, healthy. They both kept in shape with their weapons in the palace's courtyard, with their guards, while attending to matters of state.
But the last few days, he's noticed that there's something off about Riona. And he's starting to get worried.]
Are you all right, my love? [He has to lean over to whisper in her ear, much to Eamon's irritation, but his uncle can go hang himself right now. His wife and her health are his priority.] We can skip the next batch of petitioners if you'd like to get some fresh air.
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Date: 2018-02-08 11:16 pm (UTC)And yet... the impossible may have happened. Riona didn't bleed last month like she ought to have. At the time she'd been so busy she hadn't noticed, but the other day one of her laides in waiting commented on it, and it struck her. She also failed to bleed this month, though it wasn't out of the question yet that she still might. But hope burned within her, enough that she (discreetly) went to a midwife to ask for advice.
The results were promising. Somehow, she just might be pregnant.
Riona was both elated... and a little terrified. Was she ready? Were either of them ready? Would the baby survive? Would there be some lasting effects from the taint in the child? Her mind spun with the possibilities as she struggled to find a way to break the news. But her body betrayed her a little sooner than she was willing when it decided that now was a good time to start morning sickness. She'd been feeling nauseous off and on the past few days, and she's fought to keep her mood from swinging too much. And now Alistair's noticed something's wrong.
A part of her just wanted to keep focusing on their work, but her stomach said otherwise. One of the advisors murmured that she didn't look too well.]
I'm just feeling a little under the- [Uh oh. She needs to go. Now.] Pardon me, I need to step out for a moment. I'm so sorry. [She hurries up from her seat and quickly strides out of the room. Once she's out of sight, she sprints as best as she can in a dress and those shoes towards a nearby pail. Just as she manages to kneel down in front of it, up comes to contents of her breakfast. Ugh.]
I don't expect you to regret this.
Date: 2018-02-08 11:37 pm (UTC)The sounds of her being sick are easy to follow and he frowns before turning to one of the men nearest him. A quick order to get a healer is quickly fulfilled as he lowers himself beside her.]
Riona? What's wrong?
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Date: 2018-02-09 01:33 am (UTC)But that must wait, it seems, as Alistair hurries over to her.]
Lost my breakfast. My stomach appears to be a little upset today.
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Date: 2018-04-10 02:53 pm (UTC)She's drinking in the Gallows because she doesn't trust herself to get her arse back over here before the curfew, which pisses her off enough to make her want to break it just on principle. Being angry is one of her talents, seems like, especially lately.
Going to refill her glass, she swears when only a quiet trickle pours out. )
Yeah, fuck you, too.
( The bottle. She means the bottle. )
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Date: 2018-04-11 05:19 pm (UTC)Normally he'd just keep walking by, but the inebriation bids him to open his mouth. This probably won't go well but it wouldn't be Carver if he exercised sense all the time.]
She says to the spread of inanimate objects around her. What'd they do to offend you?
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Date: 2018-04-11 08:38 pm (UTC)( THE WORLD has offended her, Carver. The entire world. )
The stuff I'm workin' on won't magically complete itself to make sense and work, and the bottle of whiskey is empty. The entire world is clearly conspirin' against my beautiful self.
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Date: 2018-04-11 11:06 pm (UTC)If I had a silver for every time someone said that.
[He leaves it open-ended. Would he have a lot, or a little? It's a ~mystery~]
And the world clearly hates you because you drank said whisky and - Maefareth's balls, I don't even know what to tell you about all of that. But you know, whisky is usually partaken to help someone not think.
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Date: 2018-11-09 06:13 am (UTC)She's crouched before the fireplace, toes curled against the chilled stone floor as her magic comes alive-- a flicker of fire to start a much needed fire. It isn't long before the fire grows, filling the room with warmth and the lingering scent of herbs. Harvestmere has only just ended yet the temperature has dropped considerably and Kirkwall has, once again, become the cold port city she knows so well. It makes her miss the milder winters of Starkhaven terribly but she does not dwell on those homesick thoughts for long and instead looks upwards at Prompto, unable to help the smile that immediately appears and allowing her gaze to linger for just a moment.
Today had been good, marvelous even. One of their easier days where working together was possible and they could take their time in the city. Holding hands, sneaking kisses and needy touches. A day where she wanted him more than anything else in this world. She doesn't want the day to end, not yet, but... but she knows it is not so easy. They know one another now, their secrets and fears but it is still a big step beyond what they are comfortable with now. Right, okay, one step at a time...
"Prompto," she says, a hand reaching up to take one of his. "Will you stay with me tonight?"
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Date: 2018-11-09 05:19 pm (UTC)Who's looking at him very intently and she's asking him - oh. Oh.
He instinctively grips her hand, though his mind's spinning. It's not the first time they've spent the night together, but all they did was cuddle and sleep. Is that what she means here? He's not sure. Something in her words suggests otherwise. And it's not like they haven't been a little more... grabby with each other the past few weeks. He's gotten a little bolder, hands roaming to places they once hadn't, and his kisses begging for just a bit more. And the mental hang-ups he had about progressing things have mostly been taken care of, save for the simple fact that this is new to him and he, frankly, has little idea of what he's doing.
Naturally, there's a blush that spreads across his cheeks and nose. "Yeah, I'd love to. But, um... what exactly did you have in mind?"
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Date: 2018-11-10 12:52 am (UTC)"Hmm. I thought perhaps we might take it slow, see where it goes." She says lightly, idly kissing the back of his wrist whilst her other hand comes to play with a button on his shirt. "And if there is any point when you're uncomfortable then you can let me know."
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Date: 2018-11-16 02:20 am (UTC)"Okay. I - that'd be great." He's probably blushing even more than before, as much as he wishes otherwise. Damn it, why can't he be as suave and unaffected as Gladio? "I just like - I mean, being with you, doing anything is great, you know?" Wow. Smooth, Prompto.
He contemplates going 'Look behind you!' and then sprinting and jumping out the nearest window quite honestly.
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Date: 2019-08-28 01:00 am (UTC)He might not realize it, but he's been her rock these past six or so months. As time passed, their relationship changed. From mentor to fellow warrior to friend and then to lover. Well, lover in the emotional aspect of the term, anyway. Not quite as much the physical aspect.
Oh, sure, they'd done plenty of kissing, and hugging, and hand holding, and cuddling and the like. No complaints there. She loves those moments with him where they can strip off the armor and just be as close as possible. But the trouble - and where the frustration stems from - is that she wholeheartedly and unashamedly also wants to throw him to the ground and fuck him until he's screaming her name. And if it were nearly anyone else, she'd have done so by now.
But she can't with him - or, well, she simply won't. Because their barely coded conversation a couple months earlier revealed that he was still a virgin. Riona might very well be his first time, and for all her sexual frustration and need, she won't rush this. If they lay together, it'll be on his time and his say-so. No sooner. She fears mentioning anything to him about how she's feeling, lest he feel rushed or pressured. That wouldn't do. She'd never forgive herself for pushing him before he's ready. So she waits and suffers in silence. At least it's a fun kind of suffering.
Some nights are easier than others. A long hard day's trek filled with fighting usually wore her out too much to spare any energy to even think about sex, let alone reasonably participate in it. The most she can spare is a quick glance at his ass and smile in appreciation before passing out in her tent.
Tonight is not one of those nights.
Tonight is a night where she's ogling him somewhat openly, only darting her eyes away at the last second before he - or the others - spot her leering. None of it is helped by the threadbare shirt he's wearing or how easily she spots the lines of his muscles under his shirt and pants, just begging to be touched and worshiped by her hands and lips. Nor in the way his hair's tousled just so, sticking out in endearing angles that make her want to run her hands through it... then grip it tight while she rides him like a-
Oh fuck, she's staring again.
Oh double fuck, he's noticed she's staring and is giving her that exaggerated, cocked brow look that's kind of adorable. And for once, Riona's the fumbling, bumbling one as she blushes and quickly ducks her head to focus on what she's doing. Which is - Maker, what was she doing?
(Now would be a really great time for a hole to open up below her and swallow her whole)
Yesssssssssssssssss!
Date: 2019-09-13 10:25 pm (UTC)Besides, she knows him. She understands him. She's taken the time to listen to his fumbling ways and help him with his grief over Duncan and, oddly enough, his half-brother that he hardly knew. She understands that while he himself doesn't really have any hopes of leading Ferelden, no matter what other people think, losing Cailan means that he's lost the last real link to Maric. He's lost the last of his childish hopes that he might know his father at all. She understands all of this and doesn't judge him and expect him to get over it and move on.
Unlike some people.
CoughMorriganCoughAnd, well, she is bloody gorgeous. Kissing, flirting, touching her all set his blood on fire, make him crave to know what she tastes like, how she'd sound during sex, what would feel like.
But, he's been good. He's tried to control things as best he can. Except it's not easy when he spends a great deal of time walking behind her, watching the way her hips and backside move so tantalizingly before him. Or he can feel her eyes on him when he takes off his armor and it's just him in his undershirt.
Sort of like now.
Looking over his shoulder, he spots her dark eyes fastened on him and he cocks his eyebrow in a playful question that makes her blush and look away. Was she... Maker, she was.
Quickly, he searches out where Leliana and the others are and sees them all down around the fire. Without wanting to catch their attention, he just tries to casually walk over to Riona's tent, ignoring the bulge forming in his trousers. "Something wrong, my dear?" he whispers huskily.
they're both hopeless
Date: 2019-09-14 03:54 pm (UTC)And she thinks she's prepared to give a straight-faced answer to whatever he says, but when his voice drops like that she damn near drops her pack. Even on a good day it's hard for her to not react to that, let alone now when she's barely able to refrain from jumping him. "Oh, um, nothing." She smiles for him, hoping to cover her brief fumble. "Just got a little lost in thought. Everything okay with you?"
He always has been. What's her excuse?
Date: 2019-09-19 11:37 pm (UTC)Not her.
But it certainly does look rather attractive on her. Well, everything looks attractive on her, even mud and blood and a million other things. And, now he can't stop thinking about how her hips sway when she walks or how the water clings to her hair when she bathes in camp.
"I-I'm fine. Never better, but... you know, I couldn't help but wonder why you were looking at me so intently. Is there anything you need that I can do for you?"
Him. He's her excuse
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