@lyriiumghost requests an audience. (◡‿◡✿) hhhh soft. . . . content. . .
↳ (◡‿◡✿) lay ur muse’s head in Nanna’s lap
Sleep came a whispering temptress in the abandoned hut they’d found themselves in, the pounding of the rain they had sought shelter from. And yet Nanna could see from the way Fenris bored holes in the ceiling with the intensity of his gaze that in this moment, his mind was firmly settled in the camp of how he’d ended up in the position he was in.
“You don’t...need to do this.”
That was the third time he’d repeated that. From his place on her lap -- a position that would be baffling to anyone who would have had the misfortune to stumble upon the pair -- the look he sent her was uneasy.
“You took watch the night prior. I do not mind doing the same tonight.”
“That is not what I meant.”
The raspy tone hissed at here somewhere between the valley of annoyed and embarrassed. Nanna supposed she could understand - by the average person’s standards, it was rather unconventional for a pair of traveling companions. But as a girl in a tower deep in the heartlands of Ferelden, apprentices curling up together in a tangle of limbs for comfort and sleep when sleep was its own battlefield was far from out of the ordinary. Whatever differences lay between them, how could she not offer the same when the burden on his shoulders seemed so heavy?
“It is not difficult to see how hard you have been pushing yourself, Fenris.” The smile fell briefly, Nanna’s expression becoming somewhat firm as she contends his rebuttal. “Nothing will be accomplished if you continue onward like this. Rest.”
He looked as though he wanted to continue to argue the point, but even Nanna is surprised when he does not respond. Perhaps he wasn’t even sure how to, but she sees the questions flitting through the verdant fields of his eyes as they narrow at her before closing again with a sigh. Resignation, even if only begrudgingly. He stirred only when the feel of fingers brushed through the tundra of snowy hair in a gentle rhythm of strokes, an idle and unintentional gesture but a warm one nonetheless. With her eyes on the window, Nanna does not see the raised brow he sends her, but that he does not rebuke the act leaves it unhindered.
When there was nothing left but the rain intwined with the gentle breaths of sleep, they could almost pretend the world wasn’t falling apart.
