#c:rune

"Was that a confession lethallin?”

It certainly sounded like one. Was Rune was meaning to tell him that he was as  awkward as a halla with two left hooves? The elf wasn’t sure if he was surprised or not. On the one hand Rune had always seemed a gentle soul who preferred the company of animals to people, which would then make sense of such a confession. On the other hand Rune was a beautiful man whom Pelle had a hard time believing could possibly struggle to initiate a relationship with another person--even if it was just casual.

Seven Minutes in Heaven ll Accepting

@abracafockyou​ 

6. pinned against the wall kiss

Pelle slowly shut the door behind him, his thin fingers firmly pressed between his eyes. How did he get himself into this? What was he thinking playing a game like this and believing that there was no way he would happen to be chosen? 

He was an absolute fool. 

He turned to look at Rune, the man didn’t seem hardly as bothered as him. Or if he was–he was doing an exceptional job of hiding it. 

The closet was dimly lit, of course it was. There were people who took these seven minutes to perform some shitty attempt of rushed sex. Pelle couldn’t understand the appeal. Nonetheless the closet was rather crowded with the two of them in it. Rune took up far more space than Pelle, his large qunari body rather squeezes into such a confined space. 

The elf’s back was pressed against the wall, there wasn’t much place else for it to be. He let out a deep sigh before forcing himself to return his gaze back to Rune who only stared at him silently. 

By now Pelle was sure that Rune believed the elf full prepared to just stand there for the next seven minutes and do nothing. He would have been okay with that, though he supposed that locked in this closet he could allow himself just one small dip into what he often felt was a rather sinful attraction to men who could snap him like a toothpick should he press them hard enough. 

Two minutes had already passed…

Pelle fought with himself. Did he say something or not? Was it alright to take full advantage of their cramped alone state and ask Rune to kiss him? It wasn’t like he wouldn’t enjoy it. Rune was without a shadow of a doubt a very handsome man, it only took eyes to see that. Even if they never spoke of this incident again, even if they never spoke again at all, at least he could say he had a taste of the man just once?

Andraste’s flaming asshole what was he thinking? Was this really the time to be feeling somewhat hungry for something he was almost certain he couldn’t even handle? Or maybe not–a kiss he could live with. A kiss was not such a big deal, only if he made it out to be one. They were just passing the time right? Was that really what he was telling himself?

A frustrated groan escaped him before he finally he clumsily brought his hands to Rune’s hips…it was the easiest place that he could reach with their rather significant height difference. 

“They’re not going to let us out until we do something right?” He asked. “I bet you can’t reach me from all the way down here. Pick me up, kiss me if that’s what you want to do. You’ve got five minutes.”

It seemed easy enough, he was tiny in comparison. Rune seemed to be amused by his suggestion, he didn’t blame the qunari. It wasn’t everyday an elf asked you to lift them off their feet in a cramped closet. 

"You know, I've never had a sleepover in a museum," Florian commented as he looked around. "I've always wanted to since I was a kid, but never really got the chance to do so. Still, part of me is just curious as to why you're leaving me in the middle of the night to rush back here. Also...should I have brought a change of clothes, cause I don't know if you're planning on taking mine off or not, kidding, I just don't know the protocol here." @eldritchxembers