Send ❦ for my muse’s reaction to realizing how deeply they care about yours.
The first rays of sunlight filtered through the trees surrounding the camp, lighting up the morning sky. Aylen sat by their tent in relaxed clothes, her gear still inside the tent, watching from afar as Kaaras busied himself with morning training. She could hear the staff swinging through the air from there, but for now she was content to watch him for a few moments before starting her own training routine.
She found herself staring at him. It wasn’t an odd thing for her to do: there was something pleasant in watching him, something that made her feel warm all over. Calm. She could see the frown on his face, the same he always had when he was completely focused on the task at hand. His hair was a little messy, but he looked handsome as ever like that.
Creators, just watching him do anything made her smile. He was merely just training like he did everyday, and yet... She stared as if it were the first time she saw him. Strong and tall, precise in his movements, and so dedicated to it. His eyes were still that fiery red just like when she’d first met him: not once had they lost their passion and purpose.
Aylen brought her hands to her hair, brushing her fingers through it distractedly so her braid became undone, but she didn’t even notice. She was too busy looking, too busy in the delight of that warmth in her chest and the dreamy look in her eyes.
Gods, I’m so in love with him.
Yes, yes she was. So in love that she couldn’t take her eyes off of him, or help the blush that crept to her cheeks and ears. He was such a good man, how could she not be in love with him? Every morning she woke next to him, to his smile and sleepy kisses. Every day she watched him lead the Inquisition, make decisions no one else would make, because he wanted to make things better. He cared for everyone under his command, trained constantly so that he could be in the front lines with them: he wasn’t the kind of leader to stay back in his throne and just give orders. He worked his arse off for everything he believed in. He wanted to help and protect others... Something they had in common.
Maybe that had been what made her fall in love with him. Maybe it was his playful side, his laughter and silly jokes. Or perhaps it was how gentle he was, despite his commanding presence. It was all of them, and more.
His smile was still her favorite thing about him. Seeing him smile made her heart skip a beat, leap with joy. His smile, she’d become so used to seeing it, that now she wanted to see it everyday. She wanted to see him happy, at ease, smiling softly or full with laughter, or even smirk in that sultry way that made her knees weak.
She would lay down her own life just for him to smile happily every day of his life. He deserved that. All he’d gone through, all he’d suffered... And yet he remained caring and gentle. He deserved that happiness, and she wanted to give it to him... She hoped she did.
Her soft smile turned into a full, joyful one: one of those that made her eyes gleam and her nose scrunch up a little bit. Gods, she loved him. He was her home. She hoped he knew that. If not... she could remind him every chance she got. Because he should know, that she was hopelessly in love with everything he was.
