my heart's on fire—anditsdefinitelynotbecauseofyou

Mmm, don't remind me of that abomination. Terrible cut. He chuckled softly, leaning into her touch. She seemed hesitant, and he tilted his head, into her wandering caress. His eyes closed, when she suggested that they cut his hair another time.

Mm, never got too close to the house, no. But I know where it's at. He'd drifted along like a shadow most nights, making sure she made it home safely. Between darkspawn and vagrants and thieves, he'd wanted that peace of mind. To know she was home safely.

He opened his eyes when she hesitated, struggled to find her words, and he chuckled softly. When she nudged the scissors aside, and settled herself into his lap, he adjusted how he sat. Placing the shears down, he settled both hands against her lower back.

Askin' me to move in, already, darlin'? He teased her softly, cheeks bright with color as she adjusted the way that she was seated. This was what I had in mind, when I picked the couch... He agreed, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

I've missed you, ma vhenan. He reached to tug a piece of her hair, fiddling with that loose strand of hair, for a moment or two. Drifted into silence, gazing at her like she was something otherworldly. Dreamed of holding you, he murmured, the hand messing with her hair tucked her hair behind of her ear, before that thumb brushed across her mouth. This is better than my dreams.

How many times had they settled on a couch similar to this one, her on his lap, the comfort of knowing they had one another? He couldn't remember the exact number. He wasn't sure it mattered; not really.