five times kissed.
upon his introduction at kalla’s insistence, lips did meet for the first time, however fleeting. the woman had more of his attention, while sverrand bore more awe, and a touch of fear. it was clear enough that he was welcome in each of their arms, but kalla had made the first move, been the first to express interest in him.
the second kiss the two men shared was in private, while kalla was off and away on a hunt. thanks to training and the attention of two of the ashen’s greatest fighters, threnn was making more of a name for himself. it started as congratulation, a surprise, but soon melted into something warmer — perhaps, hotter.
still, most lines remained uncrossed until kalla returned the next day. pleased with their progress, her encouragement ushered the last line of their triangle to form, the three finally to coalesce. between kalla’s soothing kisses, sverrand left his own mark, their third kiss chasing quickened breaths as the man found something of a home between threnn’s own legs.
from there, they stumbled onto each other, into each other, nestling and nuzzling on a bed of furs with kalla between or beside them. it’s not their fourth kiss, but it’s the sweetest moment since — sverrand’s large hands roaming across threnn’s chest as he shifts, riding as one might a horse, before leaning down to seal lips to silence. kalla slumbered beside them, hands resting on their child to come.
their last embrace was before all of ferelden’s armies. kalla had stolen him for a moment earlier, and he was to move to another section of battle lines. pride welled in the elder’s eyes, and made tracks down his cheeks as he puled threnn’s face to his own. soldiers whispered, but damn them. they wouldn’t understand. they hadn’t witnessed the growth, felt the slow syncing of three beats to complementing rhythms.