Pikelan with the "gestures that gets me on my knees" prompts? If you want a specific one of the bunch, maybe the "you want that, love? I want cuddles tho'", but any of them are fine :]
[Of course! Set in TLOVM, because Makin' My Way happened over the course of a few days - surely some stuff happened over that time, right? Didn't get to smoochies tho, sorry the vibes were not quite that.]
Itās⦠wait, he needs to count.Ā
Okay, itās three days into their trek down the mountain. Scanlanās feet hurt bad and his back hurts worse, because Pike was stabbed and like hell heās letting her haul Grogās scrawny ass around. Even puny like this, heās still a goliath.
Unfortunately, without those big muscles, there isnāt really much warmth to be found when they dare not light a fire. Like tonight, when they spied some bandits parked on the road they finally found. Maybe theyāll just - dunno - use the river to make more progress tomorrow.Ā
Man. Heād really kill for Trinket right now. Bear stank, but at least he had one good use.Ā
Grog passed out within, probably, a few minutes of scarfing down what Pike was able to fish from the river. So itās just the gnomes, now, against the dark, against the cold.
And - and maybe Scanlanās a little delirious from hunger, because Grog ate half his serving before he could get to it, and it really should be repeated that itās been a long fucking few days -Ā
But? Pike might be coming on to him?
Heād usually cut out the might, because letās be real, Scanlan Shorthalt is irresistable, and when he is resistible a wink and a song usually get the girls and gents to change their tune. Pike is a whole other beast, though - beyond the fact she could squash him like a bug (wow), she plays him like a fiddle, somehow, and he gets tongue-tied in a decidedly unsexy way. So he really doesnāt blame her for not taking him seriously. Honestly!
So he really has no fucking clue why her hand is on his thigh, and sheās laughing at what heās singing and listening to what heās saying, and not the other way around.Ā
Heās had cause to thank the gods (the Everlight specifically, lately. No reason.) for his darkvision before. Lots of good cause, really, from sneaking out before dawn to - well.Ā
Scanlanās pretty sure he mouths a prayer, because this canāt be real. She canāt be real, white hair blue with shadow and gold with moonlight and subtly the richest thing heās ever seen.Ā
How are her eyes so fucking pretty? Theyāre grey. His are grey. No one writes ballads about grey eyes. Heād fix that, right now, except he canāt string words together in his head. Heās still talking, though, but no clue what heās actually saying.Ā
Better shut up. He does. With a gulp.Ā
āCāmon, Scanlan,ā Pike prompts. From beneath her lashes - fuckās sake, thatās sinful. That has to be sinful, looking like that. And he knows sin.Ā
(Heās not a man his mother would be proud of.)Ā
Apparently heās gone catatonic, because Pike nudges him. āThe rest of the story? The boat, and the fleece? What happens next?ā
He has no fucking clue. Scanlan swallows. āI - letās head to bed,ā he says. āItās late.ā
āYeah,ā Pike replies, not looking the least bit tired. āLetās.ā
Or she does, but itās not away, to curl up under one of Grogās arms, as far from his armpit and as close to his body heat as she can manage.Ā
Silver is too weak a word, platinum to cheap, for what he sees in her eyes.Ā
He gulps. Really appropriate comedic timing. āYeah?ā
Maybe, now - just maybe - he can⦠they can⦠scratch that might? Heās reading this right - right?
So he gives it a shot: he leans in.
Pike rests her forehead against his and his stupid little heart might give out there.Ā
āYou want me so bad it makes you look stupid.ā
Scanlan sputters. āI - Pike - you -ā
āOh, I donāt mind.ā She grins, cheeky little - āItās a good look on you.ā
He reads something he shouldnāt, then. That earnest devotion she has in prayer, and how she shutters herself off from talking about it too much around their party of godless friends. And Vax, now, especially, and whatever the fuck he has going on. A fire blazing, banked low.
āItās late,ā he repeats. And, because he canāt resist trying his shitty luck: āwe might need to cuddle for warmth, though.ā
Pike snuggles into his side. He definitely feels warmer, already. And she looks at him a little coyly, and he doesnāt need a fire anymore. āCan I be the big spoon?ā
He feigns indignity. Which is, letās be clear, really fucking hard around the huge grin he has.
Mildly spicy prompt game! Ft. ships I want to write more of <3