Tagged by @thequeenofthewinter, thank you. 💕 Tagging @rainpebble3, @bostoniangirl21, and whoever is reading this right now.
Have a few projects on-going. This particular one is a modern-ish Skyrim AU. (a fluffy Saturalia fic featuring my OC Karic, and Brynjolf).
Moving rapidly toward the back door when he heard another scuff, he tilted his head, trying to pinpoint the sound, still startling when someone rapped on the door. Good thing I am home. If someone's knocking they got fouled up by the storm. Still, the brief worry of vampires taking advantage of the storm to hunt flashed through his mind so he opened the door carefully.
A tall man stood on his back steps, wrapped in snow-crusted clothes, the howling wind teasing at auburn hair, his scent identifying him as the missing thief.
Swiftly, Karic chivied him inside, bracing to push the door closed, turning completely.
"Sorry to drop in like this, lad. Getting a bit hard to see but thought I saw your light on."
"Brynjolf," he said, pushing up to snag the edge of his brown scarf, helping him tug it off. "What were you doing out in this?"
"Ah, promised Copper and Kott I'd make it to Copper's place for the Holiday. Figured I'd have another hour or so before the storm got too bad. Should've remembered that Tundra blizzards aren't like what you find elsewhere."
He shook his head, helping him out of his jacket, grabbing one of his hands when they got the glove off. "You'd think a thief would remember to wear thicker gloves," he complained, pressing his hands together, wrapping his around them.
"They'll thaw," Brynjolf responded, his scent growing heavy with a thread of embarrassment, and a touch of carnal interest that had Karic's cheeks flushing slightly.
"You need to treat yourself with more care," he scolded, pulsing a small healing spell through, helping him thaw out a touch quicker, glaring up at him when he heard a small rumble. "And when is the last time you ate something?"
"Ah, it's not that bad, lad. Figured I'd eat at Copper's. Vilkas might despair of my vocation but that's not stopped him from welcoming me to his table, and he's a damn good cook."
"It's bad enough," he grumbled, wolf agitating with his agreement. "But you should be thawed enough to take your boots off. Come into the kitchen when you're done and we'll figure out a meal. I was just about to start some sourdough bread but I can make something else while I do that."
"Explains the apron," he responded. "Looks good on you."
