#thomasrainier

everything feels so wrong here. if it were merely the people, or something as banal as the architecture, zelda is sure she would not be half as disturbed. but it is - - - everything. the flora and fauna. even the sky seems to be the wrong shade. the air smells different and the voices are all so odd, no accent one she can recognize. her own voice is strange and foreign in a way it should not be. zelda shivers and draws the cloak further over her shoulders as she turns her face from the dark night sky ( there are so few stars! where have they all gone? ) to peer at her companion curiously. everyone else has gone to rest in their tents and zelda watches a red coal roll from the fire. with a flick of her fingers she reverses it and returns it the moment before.

@thomasrainier for Cassandra.

"I do."

A solemn, simple answer hails from the Seeker. Worn gloves grip onto the stone railing, looking far below to the courtyard of Skyhold. It's evening, and most have either gone to the tavern or retired for the evening. Yet, it is Thom's company she considers as the sun slowly begins its nightly descent.

Her tongue darts out between dry, cracked lips; contemplation knits her arched brows together, and whilst he cannot see her expression standing a ways behind her, she feels like every tension, every move of any muscle can be read like an open book.

"I remember Anthony's death clearly. As if it was... well, as cliché as it sounds, like it truly was yesterday."

The grip on the railing tightens, as if a reminder of the present reality. He had mentioned a sister, many months ago, yet she had only mentioned her kin in passing, a subtle, fleeting memory shared between them.

"They say there are few things in life you never truly forget. That fateful day is one of them."

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .  

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .  

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue .

“'least i'm almost done for the day,”   the dragon said ruefully.  “some of these customers have been driving me insane.”  the way some of them,  humans mostly of course,  carried on,  it was an insult to his craft!  as though anyone had any business complaining about the price of his potion work,  as though if it was so damned easy they could do it themselves! 

the corners of his mouth turned downwards in disapproval,  mal slid past his husband to replace the potion that had been abandoned.  he didn't even flinch as thom's arm coiled around him,  pulling him back in close and claiming his mouth in a kiss.  he eased against his love's embrace,  sliding an arm around the other man.  he wrapped a hand around his lover's throat,  thumb gently stroking his jawline.  his annoyance waned.  “you do know how to make everything better,  don't you,”  he teased,  pressing a kiss to thom's cheek.  

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀  ;   𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 . 

❛  16 .   a  kiss  first  thing  in  the  morning .

“how long have you been awake?”   the dragon murmured with a tired sigh.  mal hadn't rested well this night.  he would blame his husband for keeping him awake so long,  as though it hadn't been partly his fault,  as though he hadn't reciprocated thom's love with the tender desperation of a dying man.

“not too long,”   thom murmured.  mal opened his mouth to protest (hours,  for all he knew.  hardly anything seemed to tire his lover out),  but thom silenced him with a kiss.  when his husband withdrew,   mal leaned in for another,  claiming the other man's mouth in a kiss more affectionate than the last.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀  ;   𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 . 

❛  25 .   a  kiss  on  the  fingertips .

“alright,   love?”

mal stretched an ache from his fingers with the hint of a frown touching his features.  they weren't a problem usually,  but the dragon tiredly supposed that he wasn't exactly getting any younger.  “nothing you wouldn't expect from a few hours grinding plants and crafting potions,”   he said.  his spine ached as well after so long bent in the same position.  for that he scolded himself,  that he ought to have known better.  the frostback mountain cold didn't exactly help matters.

“let me,”   his lover said,  holding out a hand.  mal raised an eyebrow,  as it was clear he hadn't injured anything.  silently,  however,  he permitted the other man to take his hand.  a warm smile cracked across his visage as thom pressed a kiss to each digit.  bloody romantic idiot.