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Alistair had located food enough for dinner from the kitchens. The supplies there were looking a little low, and they'd been here long enough for it to be clear that the food wasn't replenishing itself. So that was worrisome. They would probably need to start rationing soon, something he undoubtedly should speak to Cullen about. Later.
Back in their room, he set out the bread and slightly mealy looking apples and cheese, and then made the bed, stoked the fire, went wandering through the castle and found a rather large bathtub (big enough for the both of them, he thought, if they squeezed a bit, which would certainly not be the worst thing in the world), which he succeeded in dragging back to their room with more effort than he was keen to admit to. He went and fetched water enough to fill it, figuring Neria could warm it whenever they felt like actually using it.
And then that was pretty much everything distracting he could find for himself to do. He supposed he could go and find Anders, or Sigrun, or even his king self, all of them would be pleasant enough conversation, but then Neria wouldn't know where he was, and he wanted to be here for when she came back. It served the double purpose of letting him know she wasn't back yet as well, so he could go down to those dungeons and stab that old bat in the face, if need be.
He perched on the edge of the bed and folded his hands in his lap and bounced up and down lightly with impatience.
He probably should have just insisted on going with her.
Back in their room, he set out the bread and slightly mealy looking apples and cheese, and then made the bed, stoked the fire, went wandering through the castle and found a rather large bathtub (big enough for the both of them, he thought, if they squeezed a bit, which would certainly not be the worst thing in the world), which he succeeded in dragging back to their room with more effort than he was keen to admit to. He went and fetched water enough to fill it, figuring Neria could warm it whenever they felt like actually using it.
And then that was pretty much everything distracting he could find for himself to do. He supposed he could go and find Anders, or Sigrun, or even his king self, all of them would be pleasant enough conversation, but then Neria wouldn't know where he was, and he wanted to be here for when she came back. It served the double purpose of letting him know she wasn't back yet as well, so he could go down to those dungeons and stab that old bat in the face, if need be.
He perched on the edge of the bed and folded his hands in his lap and bounced up and down lightly with impatience.
He probably should have just insisted on going with her.
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Date: 2015-09-09 08:36 am (UTC)From:He sighed, the sound warm and happy and exhausted. "I love you."
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Date: 2015-09-09 05:51 pm (UTC)From:"I love you too." her arms tightened around him, whispering a litany of 'I love you, I love you, I love you' on his hair, on his ear, on his face.
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Date: 2015-09-09 07:55 pm (UTC)From:"You're perfect," he sighed, his voice slightly hoarse.
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Date: 2015-09-09 08:03 pm (UTC)From:Neria rested her chin on the top of his head, fingers working on his hair.
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Date: 2015-09-09 08:30 pm (UTC)From:"Oh vhenan, you're so adorable."
She could feel their sweat cooling quickly over their skins, pulling away from Alistair for a moment to pull the sheets over them. Now, back to the snuggle.
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Date: 2015-09-09 09:20 pm (UTC)From:"You like it," he mumbled.
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Date: 2015-09-09 09:39 pm (UTC)From:Neria pressed her lips against his temple, her hand lazily caressing his back. She remained in silence, listening to his breath and memorizing the way his lashes touched his cheeks when he closed his eyes, how warm and cozy their bodies felt when pressed together, counting the freckles she could see on his exposed shoulder. A satisfied sigh escaped her mouth.
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