OC kiss week: emilia + alma
baby alma tabris belongs to @randomjackalope <3
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“Now tell him to sit,” Emilia says gently, and Alma points at Fletcher.
“Sit, doggy.”
It’s comical, almost. Fletcher is double the girl’s size—and double her age, for that matter. And he knows it, too, looking over Alma’s shoulder at Emilia as if to ask do I have to?
Emilia looks at him pointedly. Yes, you do.
Obediently, Fletcher sits, sending little Alma giggling. It brings warmth to Emilia’s heart, and she smiles too, making a mental note to thank Zevran and Arana for “letting” her mind the girl for an afternoon while they were in Denerim for a few days. “Want to see what else he can do?” she asks her.
Alma nods excitedly, and Emilia claps her hands once.
“Fletcher, lie down.”
Immediately, the mabari slides his front two paws over the floor, looking at her intently as he lies before them both.
“Now watch this,” she says, picking up Alma from behind and tickling her.
The little girl shrieks with laughter, and Emilia pulls her into a hug, kissing her forehead. Carefully, gently, she places Alma on Fletcher’s back, taking her tiny hands and guiding them to the worn leather braid around his neck. “Now hold on.”
“I am!”
Emilia nods at Fletcher. She doesn’t have to tell him not to go too fast; he knows. And he goes ahead, taking Alma in circles around the room to her unending laughter, and Emilia beams.
Sweet things.
