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29. a kiss to bruised skin

“You know... you should be morecareful” Henrik whispers beforewrapping his arms loosely aroundOleander from behind, nuzzlinghis shoulders. With a huff, themage kisses the bruised skin.

(the deep hues of purple and blue are pretty, but he much rather Olly not have them at all)

Henrik patiently waits, for the meeting to disperse, and he keeps close to the wall as the advisors speak in muffled tones to Oleander on the other side of the door, and Henrik slips in as Cullen leaves last.

“Uh.... Inquisitor?” he ventures quietly, eyes slipping to the map, and the scattered pieces across it, his eyes narrow. “You know... someone spent a lot of time making that” he mutters nervously, “And you’ve gone and ruined it by putting a knife through it” he rattles off, taking a few steps forward.

(it’s different walking around in pants instead of his circle mage robes)

He stills, not expecting for the other to actually do it. He had said it as a joke... and yet, here Olly was, and Henrik couldn’t help it when he pulled back:

“Are you... being mean?” he questions, fingers tightening in the other’s shirt as a reflex. Not to let him get away if he was, and his knuckles paled as he held on, before Henrik released altogether, and he swallowed thickly.

(he couldn’t take a tease like this, not from Oleander)