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——— He looked cute when he sleeps, peaceful, no frowns or scowls marking his face, more handsome than the usual. If that were even possible , in Isabela’s opinion.
Due to Hawke being exceptionally busy that night Isabela had offered up to take the Champion’s place and help the elf with his reading. When Isabela arrived, however, what she found was him sat in one of the many chairs, in front of the fireplace, forgotten book lying open in his lap and himself sound asleep.
Isabela wished she could capture the moment. Blackmail is sweet.
Carefully taking the book out of his lap she almost laughed at the title: Red Riding Hood, the book she stole — ahem, borrowed — from Hawke’s library. Isabela was wondering where it had disappeared to, it did have pretty pictures.
Now there was the problem of waking him up. Isabela knew he was sensitive to touch, the lightest pinch and his eyes would be glaring into yours. She could pinch him, but where would be the fun in that?
Isabela smiled to herself, knowing fully that it would be worth it to see his reaction and leaned forward, angling her head while resisting the urge to tilt his up. She pressed her lips to his, gently, and pulled back when she felt him stir slightly.
It was quiet for a moment, both of them staring into the other’s eyes before Fenris spoke, voice low, three words:
And Isabela laughed because, yes, she was late.