wip wednesday (ish)
i was tagged by @bitchesofostwick, it's not wednesday anymore so i'm not gonna tag anyone, but here's a snippet from my upcoming fic about a pairing that started as a joke and now i'm way too invested, (tagging @purahs bc she's in hell with me)
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Several of the candles had actually sputtered out and the fire was burning low by the time Anora put down her quill with a triumphant smile. Teagan chuckled and stood, stretching out the stiffness in his back with a groan.
“Are you satisfied that the agreement is up to your standards now, my lady? Can we finally retire for the night?”
Anora laughed too, and rubbed her eyes. “I believe we can.”
Teagan gathered up some of the papers, still smiling helplessly as he stored them away. He crossed back to the table, and as he reached to pick up a candle holder, Anora suddenly turned around, evidently planning to speak to him but not anticipating him being so close, and they both froze in place, bodies almost pressed against each other and faces inches apart.
It was as if the room itself was holding its breath.
All Teagan could do was stare at her, pulse thudding in his ears, the skin at the back of his neck prickling as the tension mounted. The glow of the fire turned her hair to gold, her skin bathed in ethereal light. Her chest moved in shallow breaths, the elegant slope of her neck stretched out, chin tipped up as she looked at his face. The moment stretched out for several lifetimes, the silence between them too holy to profane with anything as base as speech. Teagan kept as still as possible, terrified that a single movement might break the spell, that he would lose this, lose her, and he would rather stay like this forever than go back to being without her.
“Teagan...” She whispered, eyes still fixed on his.
“Anora, I…” He trailed off, completely at a loss as for what else to say. Agonisingly slowly, he lifted his hand, letting out a long, shaky breath as he reached forward to cup her face gently, and brush her cheek with his thumb. “I want…” he said, hoarsely, heart threatening to beat out of his chest. “I want…” He repeated helplessly.
It was almost imperceptible, but as he lapsed into silence again, Anora leaned into his touch, pressing them a fraction closer. Teagan couldn’t hold back any longer, and finally, crossed the impassable distance between them and kissed her.








