Peace in the Thunder

He breezed through making his own meal, deliberately on occasion posturing in such a way to garner a laugh, hear that melody that he craved in the twilight hours when his mind rebelled.

His eyes would roll at her praise, It’s merely eggs and bread my dear, chuckling as he savoured the last few bites of his own portion. It is in the simple things where true happiness lies, taking her plate and leaving them on the side to be washed later, reapproaching and sliding a hand along one of her shoulders to the other, bending at the knee to squeeze her into his side.

Her words caused his grin to flash into a smirk briefly, his brows wiggled and then resolved to be more serious given her semi-serious and tender expression. Every since I saw you in that dress at Luci’s wedding I have been plagued by ideas… My dear you are my Chantry. His forehead pressed against hers, his free hand reaching to grasp one of hers, his thumb running over the skin in small circles.

Letting out a sigh the professor pulled back to kiss her, softly, vulnerable and drawn out until her lips would part from his to gasp. Woman you are my undoing, my beginning and end. My days are numb and without colour or melody without you in it. Our moments are not stolen, but reclaimed, and the rest will come in time.

He took her hand, raising it to his lips to begin planting a number of soft brushes before tugging her upwards to stand, his other arm snaking it’s way around her middle, then lower, gathering the fabrics of her dress. In a swift motion Rene lifted her into his arms, cradling her close. Let me remind you of the equation of attraction.