Astronomy and Kisses
Deciding to lay back, Anders unfolded his legs and joined him, leaving a little space between them as he looked up at the sky. “I studied stars in the Circle.” They were useful for knowing where to go, which was why he’d taken interest in them, but he had to admit that they were interesting in their own right.
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Fenris sighed softly and let his eyes roam the stars. “I know nothing of them, other than which to follow to go north. I like to look at them, though.”
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“They are beautiful,” he agreed, his eyes flicking between familiar constellations, before landing on one in particular. “And they all have a story.” He scooted closer as he lifted a hand and pointed to it, tracing out six stars above them. “That constellation is called the ‘White Wolf’... or Fenrir.” He turned his head to look over at him, giving him a little smile, before lifting his eyes back to the sky. “The short version of the story is that those stars are a wolf that escaped its hunters by fleeing into the sky.”
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“The White Wolf, Fenrir, escaping its hunters?” He turned his head as well, reflecting the smile he'd been given. “I like that one. Somehow, I feel I can relate.” He sounded amused and raised a hand, using his index finger to trace the same stars and try to see the wolf for himself.
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He chuckled under his breath and watched him map them out. From what he could see, he had the right ones. “It’s all a little abstract, but if you look at that one as the nose…” He took his hand lightly and pointed his finger at the star he was talking about. “I think you can see it.”
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Fenris frowned a little and tipped his head, not sure he had the right one. Needing to see it from Anders’ perspective, he shifted closer until his head was resting on the mage’s shoulder. He followed the line of his finger then and smiled. “Ah, I see it now. That's the nose, this one is the tip of the tail.” He guided their joined hands to point at the far end of the constellation.
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He was surprised when he came so close and he watched him, even after their hands were moved to point at the tail. “Yeah,” he agreed, without actually lifting his eyes to confirm that he was right. After a beat, his thumb brushed against his wrist, before letting go so his hand could fall to rest on his stomach. “You got it.”
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Fenris’ hand fell a moment later. He was smiling slightly, his eyes still watching the constellation. It would be prudent to put some space between them, but he was quite comfortable as he was and the mage wasn't trying to escape being his pillow. He finally turned his head slightly and when he realized the healer was looking at him, his smile turned a little sheepish, but he didn't glance away.
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He felt the need to flee when he was caught looking, but the continued smile kept him from doing so. The longer their gazes met, the warmer he felt and against his better judgement, he found himself leaning in and pressing a kiss to his forehead. After he pulled back, his stomach tightened with anxiety, but he remained as he was, offering him a cautious smile.
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The kiss surprised him, giving his stomach a nervous turn as well. His heartbeat picked up, but at least for the moment it was steady. After a long moment of hesitation, he leaned in close the distance again. He pressed a very soft kiss to Anders’ lips, then retreated a little to see what he would do.
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He took in a shaking breath and then closed the distance to kiss him properly, his hand lifting from his stomach to lightly rest on his cheek. He turned a little to face him comfortably as he offered him gentle kiss after gentle kiss, savoring the warmth of his lips and putting no more thought into it than that.
