[7:21am] (y/n) groaned as they felt the cold air hit their legs, noticing the lack of blanket on their side of the bed. moving their feet towards warmth, they blinked as they felt themselves walking up. "niki stop hogging the blankets" they complained, reaching for the fluffy material. after finding the edge they curled into it, inching towards the edge of the bed. they found their eyes fluttering back to sleep, despite the welcoming rays of the sun making its appearance between the curtains.
niki frowned his brows, noticing (y/n)'s body further from him. pouting to himself, he reached his hand towards any sign of them. "come back" he mumbled, as if they weren't only a few inches from him. looping his arm underneath their waist, he tugged them back to his chest. he took a whiff of their scent, pecking their neck with short kisses. he opened one eye when he realized they didn't react, smiling to himself before snuggling closer to their body.
maybe (y/n) didn't realize, or said it out of habit. but (y/n) would probably realize when the two woke up that niki had come home earlier without telling them. the surprise could wait and be celebrated with a lazy day full of affection and whispers of sweet nothings. and maybe some takeout
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She really does try not to stare.
Agdis pours some water into her hand from the skin at her belt and splashes it onto her face again. A droplet slides down her cheek to her chin, lingering; Molly feels her face flush with heat, willing herself to look anywhere else but staring, anyway, half holding her breath. Agdis catches her eye and grins. “Miss Molly,” she says, teasing, “are you looking for a guard, or just for me?”
“Oh,” says Molly, now surely redder than her hair, cheeks and the tips of her ears burning, “um. I wasn’t—I mean—hello.”
“Hello,” Agdis touches two fingers to her temple in salute and tilts her head. Her grin is crooked, her chin wet, pale hair wisping loose around her ears. “How’s business? Getting hotter lately, I’d think it time for shorter hair all ‘round, yeah?”
“Ye-es. Yes! Hotter. Business, um, business is fine. Good.” Molly nods, vigorously, as if that might make up for her mouth being so dry and her tongue so awkward. She realizes she has never thought about where to keep her tongue before. It feels too big for her mouth. Was it always like that? “Good,” she repeats, nonsensical. Stop talking.
“Hope you aren’t too busy.” Agdis swats an insect away from her neck (oh gods the rivulet trailing down her neck) and leans back against the stone wall into the shade. “I keep telling Dofri he should go see you. His beard’s gotten so ratty with the recent dry spell. It’s shameful.”
“When—when would he be free?” A sudden prick of pain in her thumb makes her look down. Oh no. She’s been nervously pulling at a hangnail. Molly shoves her hands behind herself and hopes Agdis didn’t notice the blood. “I have some time tomorrow afternoon.”
“Bless you; my stupid little brother deserves to wait after putting it off so long, but I’ll tell him to stop by tomorrow. He just brought some mead back from visiting the parents in Falkreath—the real stuff,” she lowers her voice like she’s sharing a secret, “not like what they sell here. I’ll have him take you some. You like mead, right?”
Molly does not like mead. “I’d love that,” she says. “Thank you.” She hesitates. Now. Now. She has been practicing for weeks. “Agdis,” Molly says, and her voice cracks, and she wants, a little bit, to be suddenly invisible. As she is not a mage and all running away would thus have to be done with her cowardice undeniably visible, she perseveres. She has been practicing for weeks. “Um. What time do you—what time is your shift done? Today?” That wasn’t supposed to be two questions.
Impossibly, Agdis’ smile shifts into something new, something knowing and radiant. “Yes, today,” she says with a laugh. “Whenever Florius comes to relieve me. Shouldn’t be more than an hour, now.” And then, slow and sly, “Why d’you ask?”
Molly digs her nails into her palms behind her back and takes a breath. “Can I—get you something to—to eat when you’re off?” Her mouth was not this dry when she was practicing.
For a moment, Agdis just looks at her, with that smile and her soft sweet eyes squinted against the creeping afternoon light. “Will you eat too?”
“Yes,” she says, then winces at how eager she sounds.
“Then,” says Agdis, “I would be honored to join you, Miss Molly.”
She swallows. She is floating, emboldened, giddy, and smiling very stupidly; elation rocks her forward onto her toes and then back onto her heels. “Just Molly. Please. You don’t have to call me ‘miss.’”
Agdis laughs and pushes off from the wall. “Well,” she holds her gaze, “maybe once I’m out of uniform.”
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