I get what u mean about Rowater. We didn’t see enough of them together for me to really shop it too. Who of OC could u see Kevin with?
Completely random and totally off the cuff but I’d kinda like to see Kevin and Violet in some scenes. No idea why or where it came from, was legit just the first thing to pop into my head. and it’s totally a crack!thing and NEVER going to happen (not even saying I ever wanted it too! I swear!) but Kevin and Stella.
“Fen, this is beautiful, thank you!” Farren wrapped the cowl around her shoulders, brushing her cheek against the soft fur. “Did you hunt and make this yourself?” she asked with a look in his direction as she continued to appreciate his efforts.
“Indeed I did,” he confirmed, “I thought the red fox fur would compliment your hair and it does quite beautifully.”
Farren took the one remaining gift off of the side table next to her chair. “Last one,” she murmured with a smile.
Fenris pulled the twine free and set it aside, peeling back the plain brown paper. He had gotten used to receiving books from Farren for various occasions, or simply because she wanted to, but this one surprised him. There was no title on the cover or spine and when he flipped through the pages, he found them blank.
“Amatus, this book is missing all of its words.” He raised a brow and looked up at her.
“It’s supposed to be. It’s for your thoughts and feelings, or anything else you might choose to use it for. I thought you could use it to practice your writing. You don’t have to show it to anyone so you can do whatever you’d like.”
“Does that mean we will no longer be reading together?” Farren noticed the audible hint of disappointment in his voice. When it was just the two of them, he allowed those emotions to show a bit more. Though, not completely. Yet.
“No, I enjoy that too much. I love when you read to me,” she assured him.
“I cannot fathom why. You are constantly having to assist me or correct my pronunciation.” He closed the journal and set it on his lap.
“It isn’t how you read to me, Fen, but that you do.” Farren smiled and leaned forward in her chair. “I never grow tired of your voice.”
“Nor I yours,” he gave her that hint of a smile that always made her heart beat faster. He held up the journal. “Would it be rude of me to write in this now?”
Farren was surprised by his eagerness, but certainly pleased. “Not at all. You can use my desk and supplies. I’ll be here by the fire if you need any help.”
With a slight nod, he rose from his chair and moved to her writing desk. He stayed there for the better part of an hour, slowly forming each letter. Occasionally he would scratch something out and grunt in frustration or sound out a word under his breath. Farren glanced over intermittently, unable to stop her smiles. That he would show her that vulnerability, with his back to her and the door no less. He trusted her to both protect him when he was distracted and to withhold judgment on his lack of ability to read and write.
Maker, she loved him.
Farren set down her book when he finally rose and sat in the chair across from her again. He held out the closed journal, looking down at it rather than her.
“Would you read it?” he asked, finally glancing up with his captivating green eyes.
“You know it’s private right? You don’t have to share it.” Farren wanted to make it clear that the journal was his personal space.
“I would like you to,” he insisted, “please.”
She pursed her lips in a tight smile to hide her absolute joy and took the leather-bound journal, opening it to the first page. Fenris’s familiar shaky handwriting took up the full space and spilled onto the next. It was filled with spelling and punctuation errors, but the more she read, the less she noticed.
My amatus is a mage. She has taut me many things. Not all mages korupt everything they touch. She tries to make the world beter, even if I do not always agre how she does it. She maks me want to be beter. I thawt my love for her made me a slayve to her but it does naut. I am a free man bekause of her and I chose to be free with her bekause I love her.
The way he’d written over and underlined ‘with’ made a lump of emotion form in her throat. By the time she looked up at him, tears had gathered in her eyes. His expressive brows furrowed, green eyes darkening. “Is it so bad? Are you not able to read it?”
“No, I can read it.” Farren had a hard time speaking any louder than a whisper for fear of her voice breaking. She swallowed thickly, looking back down at his words. “These are your thoughts and feelings about me?”
“Yes. They are much harder to say than to write, even with my literary deficiencies,” he admitted hesitantly.
She sat forward, handing him the journal back. “Will you read me the last three words?”
Fenris glanced down to remember what they were and smiled ever so slightly. “Those three words should not be a surprise to you.”
“No, but I like hearing them anyway.” She brushed away the tears that had gathered at the corner of her eyes.
“I love her,” he quoted, meeting her gaze as he spoke them. She knew that he did, but it was still rare for him to voice it aloud. “I love you, amatus.”
She rose from the chair and took the journal gently from his hands, setting it aside with the utmost of care. Climbing onto his lap, she straddled his hips and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you too,” Farren murmured against his lips before kissing him gently.
It very rapidly evolved into something much more urgent and needy. She finally broke away with a gasp, rolling her hips slightly to feel his grasp against her backside, not having realized until then that his hands had traveled there. She smiled, brushing back his hair so that she could fully appreciate his hungry gaze.
“How about we retire to our room and you can unwrap me?” she suggested, pressing into the cradle of his hips and the bulge in his pants.
With his hands still on her backside, he surged up from the chair. “Absolutely,” he growled. Farren wrapped her legs around him with a laugh. As he walked them to the bedroom, she lavished his neck with kisses, licks, and love bites. “If you keep that up, there will be no unwrapping. I will rip everything off of you.”
Farren’s only reaction to his words was to bite the lobe of his ear and tug, prompting him to take the remaining stairs two at a time.
