[He allows it, even leaning into it a little himself, exhaling softly. It's still a frightening idea, but it's one he keeps allowing himself to indulge in. That this- this could be a thing he could have. They could both have. ]
[ She can be satisfied with the little things, the small motions that neither really recognize, or bring to light. They hold a bit more weight coming from him, these gentle little gestures that don't come naturally. She learned to treasure them long ago.
The giggle passes her lips before she has a chance to stifle it, but in truth she didn't feel like it. Laughter has become rather distant the last few weeks, it's nice to hear it again. ]
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She manages a smile at that, shifting a little closer in order to lean her head against him. ]
My knight in brooding armor.
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I don't brood.
[Why do you keep lying about this, Fenris? ]
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The giggle passes her lips before she has a chance to stifle it, but in truth she didn't feel like it. Laughter has become rather distant the last few weeks, it's nice to hear it again. ]
Yes you do, all the time.
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I absolutely do not. It's all in your imagination.
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Is that so? I was not aware that I had a following.
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[ Little did they know he is attractive even without the brooding! Ha! Jokes on them! ]
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I have a strange feeling that Varric had more than a little hand in such a concept.
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Most definitely, or else you would have just been known as the elf who squatted in a house full of corpses for ten years.
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...And I liked that house. [And the corpses. ]