@oneireth said : ❛ I’d probably still adore you with your hand around my neck. ❜ dancae....
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⸻ a perturbed expression winds it way towards the stellaron vessel , bordering a frown when he digests the statement once more. why would caelus insinuate something so dire ? never would there be a situation where the archivist would fulfil the voiced ideation. or at least , the nameless hoped that were the case.
his hand lofts , nestling chin between an index and a hooked thumb , propping his head towards the subject of his current dilemma. mayhaps , he missed an entry in the database that entailed the hidden meaning behind caelus’ admission.
hm.
❝ i would never commit such a vicious act , at least , not towards you. ❞ genuine , is his response , though he seems to dwell on the notion still. with the way he tilts in deliberation. ❝ can we not mutually admire each other without the violent connotations ? ❞
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04. date night | ashley hawke
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OFF THE HOOK. no longer in difficulty or trouble.
(huge thank you to the love of my life who trusted me to write the love of Ashe's life. I love you!)
They had been married for two and a half summers.
Sometimes he wondered, standing by the door of his clinic, if that meant some of her stupidity had rubbed off on him.
“Knock off at five, I swear I won’t be late!” She lied, like a liar, and for the better part of an hour he checked the chronometer on his wrist and shot filthy looks at anyone in the company that so much looked at him the wrong way.
“Shiro, do you have a second?”
“No.”
“Hey, doc! I have this weird rash, can you take a look at it —”
“Why the hell are you announcing that in the fucking hallway?”
(He lost track of exactly how many requests he got within that time. After a while, he stopped acknowledging them altogether in the hopes they assumed he was a rather peculiar statue. Had they forgotten his former professor was employed in the same building? Morons, the lot of them.)
The only reason he knew it was his wife approaching instead of any of the others was the thunder of her footsteps, a cacophonous roar that was trumped only by the panicked “I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY — SHIT!” as her shoe slid on the recently mopped floor and had her skidding into the wall. Shiro didn’t even look up from the clock at first; he merely sighed, pressed his free hand to the bridge of his nose and tried to massage the cluster headache that had formed between his eyes.
“I’m HERE!” Ashe vaulted from the wall and slid in front of him, all but shoving a rather sad looking bouquet of flowers in front of his face. He realized she had probably picked them herself on her adventures that day but, between the exploring and the fighting and the brawling (did he mention the fighting?) they’d gotten crushed in her bag.
He said nothing. She continued to waggle them in front of his face.
He sighed.
She pouted.
“You’re -” He began, only to be cut off by her lament.
“LATE. I know — I know! I’m really sorry, babe. I was going to be on time, I swear; we were on the home stretch back to Firelight when we came on another adventurin’ group that was badly injured. We couldn’t just leave them goin’ back to Ul’dah.”
Shiro looked up at her slowly. Ashe knew he was mad at her; it wasn’t like his tells were subtle. His tail swished irritably from side to side, his ears were pinned back and he stopped letting his tongue run over his fang when it pierced the flesh. She was still pouting, too; sad brown eyes fixated on him as one hand joined the other in holding out her equally droopy gift like a peace offering.
“Are you hurt?” He didn’t accept the offering, but it was a step in the right direction. Ashe perked like a puppy, looking down and around her as if though she wasn’t even sure of her own injuries.
“I don’t think so! It wasn’t a hard job, it was just long.”
Shiro groaned and plucked the flowers from her hand. He reached up onto his tip-toes and grabbed Ashe’s chin, forcing the highlander to look down as he tilted it from side to side and examined her.
Knowing full well she was in trouble, yet still feeling the need to try her luck, she gave a sheepish grin. “Am I dying, doc?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
She knew she was off the hook then. Ashe didn’t even mind when he tossed the bouquet into the bin just inside his office. Were she to be honest, she knew there was no saving them. Surely it was the thought that counted.
“I love you!” She chirped, seizing his arm in hers. “Can I have a kiss?”
“Try taking me on this date first.”
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