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otp fluff prompts - Imagine your otp cooking breakfast

Thank you so much @flowerbabytrevelyan for another adorable prompt. I really appreciate you taking the time to encourage me to continue to write, draw and be creative. You’re truly the sweetest person on this site. Here’s a quick little fluff drabble about Ferryn and Keldorn pre-relationship (my and my bf’s D&D characters that are an absurdly cute little married couple)

Keldorn lost count of the new supplies for the third time that morning- and paused a moment to lament the fact that he could only blame himself. If he hadn’t stayed up so late the night before hoping to meet the caravan when it arrived he’d be rested enough to be done this work. Instead he’d tried to stay awake, exhausting him for the day, and worst of all he hadn’t even managed to stay up long enough to greet them. He’d fallen asleep in his chair and missed the whole thing, only to have to drag himself out of his slumber a few short hours later for his morning chores. It was his day to make breakfast, which also meant counting and sorting all the supplies that had been brought in while he slept.

“Four sacks of flour, three baskets of apples with twenty pieces each, two dozen eggs-” he glanced out through the small stone window into the quiet courtyard. “Supposedly three chickens as well but one of them is sneaky.” He mused, trying to remember to write everything down in his sleepless stupor.

It had been a smaller caravan, two priests and three paladin’s with one cart between them. It had been five years since this particular group had passed through the capital and made to rest at the church, the start and end of their circuit. He’d just been a boy when last they’d come through- not yet old enough to join in the pilgrimage. But he was stronger now, just turned seventeen, and ready to prove his worth on the road. All the other brothers said he was an exceptional priest, perhaps if he asked he’d be allowed to join them. He was ready, and had helplessly held onto hope these last five years that he might be assigned to this particular party. Even if it was only because of who rode with them. The other brother’s teasing had done nothing to dissuade him. Ever since he first saw her he’d thought of little else than riding at her side, traveling across the country bringing peace to those who were grieving. He’d seen the way she’d spoken so gently with a desperate widow, how she’d calmed a frantic young man mourning the sudden loss of his father, how she’d stepped as silent as a ghost through their foggy graveyard and laid flowers at the headstone of every bare plot so no soul would be left lonely.

He cursed as he lost count again, and started over from the eggs. This time more careful to keep his notes and not let his mind wander. Breakfast would be lunch at this pace, he needed to focus on the task and hand and stop getting so distracted. So he didn’t look up when he heard the door open behind him and instead focused even more intently on his task. Determined to at least look like he hadn’t spent half the morning daydreaming. Quiet footsteps began to approach him and he kept his nose pointed firmly at his half finished notes. “Breakfast isn’t ready yet, you’ll have to wait a bit-“Keldorn?”

Before he turned fully around his heart was in his throat. She stood there, silhouetted in the doorway with one hand on the frame and the other cradling a basket. Copper tresses of her hair, meticulously braided in little strands that swept back with the rest, carefully brushed to cover her pointed ears. It was summer, the deep tan of her skin had darkened to a stunning russet brown, a warm shade unlike anything he’d ever seen. Except, of course, on her. Five years ago when last she’d passed through. He remembered everything about her, every time detail, but had never imagined she’d remember him.

“Ferryn.” Her name belonged on his lips. “It’s… it’s so good to see you.”

All at once she swept towards him across the kitchen, setting down her basket to free her arms to embrace him. Keldorn felt the rush of his breath leaving him. His arms wound tightly around around her, doing his best to keep them steady as he found himself awash in the faint smell of cloves in her hair. Without thinking he rested his head in the curve of her neck, the realisation and his blush hit as she pulled away. Resting her hands on his shoulders and beaming, her smile was like sunlight.

“Look at you, you’ve gone and become a man while I wasn’t watching.” She laughed a little, still smiling warmly. “It’s clearly been far too long since I was last here.”

Five years and four months, give or take a few days. Though he knew better than to say that.

“It has been some time, hasn’t it?” A grin tugged at his mouth, an infectious crooked smile. “I- um… as much as I’d love to catch up, if I don’t have breakfast started soon it’ll-”

“I’ll help.” She chimed back without a moment of hesitation. Before he could think to protest she’d stepped away to wash the dust off her hands in a basin by the window. Silver droplets shone like diamonds on her fingers. He watched, entranced, as she reached up behind her head and twisted her thick coped hair into a haphazard bun. Winding it with a tie she’d had on her wrist. Pulling it back off her face and her slender pointed ears. A stark and sudden reminder of how unlikely it was that she’d ever see him as more than a child.

That is, of course, unless the other brothers were correct. If what they said was true they were all dogs to her. Short lived companions it was best not to get attached to. Ferryn was already over a hundred years old, she’d live almost a century. Keldorn would be lucky if he made it to eighty, though knowing that had done very little to disused his interest. And it broke his heart just a little to watch her carefully tug two strands of hair from her bun to sweep them over the tips of her ears. He wondered how much of her hundred years of life had been filled with cruelty, having lived all of it in a human clergy. “Let’s get started then, I’ll see to the bread.” She turned to him and smiled, the faintest rise of pink in her cheeks. “Oh, and don’t tell the others but-” she gestured to her forgotten basket on the counter, “-I heard you were working in here so I brought you some of those sweet rolls from the gnomish baker. I remember you liked them so much, though, I suppose in so many years that may have changed.”

Keldorn caught himself before he laughed, unable to contain his grin. “Some things are eternal, unfortunately my love for gnomish bakeries is one of those things.” His heart swelled as she stifled a small giggle, covering her mouth for a moment before turning back to him. Her gaze shifting ever so slightly, like she was looking at him for the first time. “It really is so good to see you again, Keldorn.” She said gently, the pink across her nose deepening. “Well um- right, the bread.” She was still beaming as she stepped around him, crossed the kitchen and set to work.

For just a moment he watched her, his heart alight with fresh hope, before returning to his task of counting supplies. Now the list came as easy as breathing, and in a short time he was at her side.