[ Staying still is an easy ask. Just as he’d watched her settled on the cot, he watches her pad around him-- late to clock that the blanket that drops across his knee has been deliberately shared.
He snares it up and drags it unevenly over himself, snug as a bug who is now also a rug in lower, warmer light. ]
I am interested in breakfast. [ Conceptually. ]
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[Her hm is a low, meandering thing over the soft rasp of faintly shifting clothes and blankets as the dark mane of her hair passes through her fingers and is rebound.]
Good, [is her eventual assessment. The candle is extinguished, pitching the room (which has no windows; Kirkwall is dreadful) into perfect darkness.] I know of a place with excellent bacon.
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He snares it up and drags it unevenly over himself, snug as a bug who is now also a rug in lower, warmer light. ]
I am interested in breakfast. [ Conceptually. ]
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Good, [is her eventual assessment. The candle is extinguished, pitching the room (which has no windows; Kirkwall is dreadful) into perfect darkness.] I know of a place with excellent bacon.