Okay! Prompt from last week is done! Yay! Now on to thinking up ideas for tklivory's prompt - good one by the way! I'm going to enjoy writing it!

This is from my fanfic - which I'm still writing the beginning of! I write all these scenes as they come to me and then I go back to write the beginning and I'm like butbutbutbut... I've gotta write this later scene while it's in my head! Bah! I'll get enough written to have a first chapter someday. If people even still read them that is!
Totally a fluffly fill, but it ended up being the one that wrote itself, so to speak. I enjoyed it!

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The night air was invigorating. Brenna inhaled it, drinking it like fine wine.
After the horror they’d witnessed in the Tower she’d nearly gone mad in her desire for air, for a sky. She looked up at that now, wishing it were daytime but instead, only the bright light of the moon greeted her. It felt like it’d been so long since she’d seen the sun. Had only a day passed? She closed her eyes, imagining that blue sky she so desperately wanted to see.
Memories surfaced then; they always seemed to at night.
Memories of her favorite days in Highever, when the sky was the same turquoise color of her mother’s favorite necklace. It had seemed to blend with the ocean until she couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. Only the light splatter of clouds helped her to distinguish them.
That dull ache resurfaced, pressing against her stomach. Brenna sighed and reached up to her neck, fingering the necklace there. Finally she breathed deeply, forcing her belly out farther than was called for as she inhaled, working the muscles, and hoping it would lessen the pain. Uselessly; the pain seemed more mental than physical.
“You know, you always manage to find the best spots.”
Brenna started and twisted around, and then pinned him with an indignant stare. “You startled me.” Was it sad she’d known it was him, even before turning around? She knew that voice anywhere.
He rolled his eyes. “You must have had linen in your ears or something because I’m pretty sure I just woke up everything around here.” He tapped his chest – which was covered in heavy armor. “Not exactly the quietest thing to walk around in.”
She laughed at that, and then turned back around. After a pause she waved a hand out, indicating the stark black around her. “Not exactly much to see this late at night.”
The Maker apparently decided not to take pity on me.He held out a hand and Brenna took it, climbing off the large rock she’d been sitting on. At the last moment Alistair tugged at her and she flew forward, falling into his chest. When she looked up at him he was grinning widely, his eyes twinkling.
He looked from the rock back to her. “Now how did that happen…” His tone was suspiciously all innocence.
Brenna screwed up her nose. “That was not very gentlemanly of you.”
“Perhaps I’m not feeling like much of a gentleman at the moment.”
Brenna’s lips formed a small
o. Then she raised an eyebrow. “So are you saying that you are not actually a gentleman?” She flashed him a cheeky grin, a bit of a dare in her eyes.
“Maybe something like that” He returned her grin with one that was equally cheeky.
“Possibly?”
“Potentially.” He raised a suggestive eyebrow, and then wagged it; Brenna giggled – she couldn’t help it.
“Hopefully?”
“Oooh, I like that one.” His grin turned wicked; Brenna felt a shiver run down her spine.
She moved, hoping the motion would mask that, and leaned forward, as if to tell a secret. “So what you are saying then is that you were merely
pretending to be a gentleman in order to gain my good favor?”
His smile was impish. “Ah – you caught me! That’s totally it!” But he leaned forward too. Brenna could feel his breath on her nose. Breathing was difficult; it felt as if her lungs were actively rejecting the air she tried to suck in them.
She leaned forward even more, and lowered her voice to a bare whisper. “Damn, because it worked.”
He raised an eyebrow and his smile softened. “Did it now?”
She grinned again, mischievously, and then leaned back, raised a finger to her chin, and worked her face into a mockingly thoughtful expression. “More is the pity for you though, now that your secret is out. I happen to
like gentlemen-“
He leaned forward and kissed her, and Brenna forgot what she’d been about to say. She sighed and leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck. It dawned on her then that they were alone. No one was going to stop them – no glares or laughter or derision. It was the first time Brenna felt free to completely give in to this, to abandon reason, logic, and all those thoughts that screamed caution; she threw that to the wind.
They drew apart but only barely; their noses skimmed each other.
“You totally planned this.”
“Mmmhmmm.” He didn’t seem to be listening to her.
“Just like you plan our chess games.”
“Ye-“ he paused, then laughed. Brenna grinned up at him, her eyes knowing. “Oh
absolutely,” he continued. “Totally. Yes, that’s it! I plan to lose every night! It’s all part of my plan, you see, if I lose enough times I might start feeling like a winner.”
Brenna leaned against him, her forehead falling on his armor, and laughed, her entire body shaking with it. “I could let you win,” she said against his chest.
He scoffed at that. “Where’s the fun in
that? Losing has its uses. Low expectations and all that. Those are always nice.”
Brenna laughed harder. He sighed; the sound seemed to come from somewhere deep within him. “I love your laugh.”
She grinned against his chest. “I love you making me laugh.” She bit her lip. It wasn’t an
I love you, but it was awfully close.
He kissed her forehead. “I guess I’ll just have to do it more often then. I can do that. I think.”
“You do all the time.”
His grin was tinged with irony. “Why do I get the feeling that isn’t always a
good thing?”
“If you beat me at chess tonight, I might just tell you.”
“Yeah… no. How about: if you tell me, I won’t tickle you until you do?”
Brenna screwed up her face, and then gave him a good glare. Damn the man and the day he found out how ticklish she is.
Never one to be outdone, she flashed him a thoroughly wicked grin. “How about: if you tickle me, I won’t kiss you again.”
“Alright, you got me there.” He looked at her hopefully. “Surely that deserves a kiss?”
Brenna giggled and stood up on her toes to indulge him.
Modifié par AmbraAlhambra, 16 octobre 2011 - 09:19 .