To Keep You Warm
so @nyghtlei and i decided it was prompt time and had a little fun exercise yesterday and here are the results.
we did a prompt from this list. number 23: “Is that my shirt?” and it was so nice to write something a little different!
this little drabble features her sweetheart, Okami Lavellan.
Being the Inquisitor’s brother has some perks. Perhaps they aren’t immediately apparent, but that doesn’t really matter. Meeting Okami Lavellan was worth every second of the journey.
It’s freezing, and entirely too wet outside. The rain pours down onto the tent, beating a thunderous rhythm onto the waterproofed fabric. It’s calming, familiar. He glances outside of the tent, watching the torrents of rain as they obscure everything within a twenty-meter radius. Mirelle won’t be back for a while, not in the torrential rain. Halen doesn’t mind, though. The sky rumbles above them, then a bright flash of lighting, brilliant blue light catching on the wall of rain. Halen ducks back into the tent as the sharp crack rings out around them, then glances back at his companion.
She’s tiny, and barely seems to take up a corner of the tent. The dim lighting seems to catch on the strong black lines on her face, vallaslin tucking in to the hollow of her cheekbones and curving across her forehead. Her hair brushes the top of her shoulders, so silky that Halen’s fingers are itching to touch.
Sensing his eyes on her, she glances up. Okami’s lips twitch into a small smile, and he can’t look away from them. Eventually his eyes trail up to hers, tracing over the scar and catching on the deep amber of her iris. Halen’s chest constricts a little and his breathing hitches. She’s beautiful, even as she huddles, arms looped around her legs. She shivers with the next lightning strike, goosebumps rising on her arms.
Halen springs into action before he realises what is happening, digging through his pack. Eventually, he finds the woollen jumper he was looking for, handing it to Okami. Smiles at her. ‘Here.’ She glances to his face, then takes the jumper, slipping her arms into it before pulling it over her head. The jumper is huge on her, hanging off of her slim frame, and Halen can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips. He turns again, pulling open the flap of the tent to disguise the thrill of joy pushing at his chest.
‘Is that my shirt?’ Okami asks. He turns back to see her holding one of the few belongings Halen had managed to store before they’d had to leave.
Heat rises on Halen’s cheeks, and he’s glad the bad lighting obscures it. ‘I know it’s not much, but I grabbed what I could before we had to leave… I hope this helps, a little.’ His thick accent sounds stupid to his own ears, in comparison to the graceful lilt of her voice.
Okami glances up at him, turning the shirt over in her hands. ‘Thank you,’ she says, offering him a smile.
Halen shrugs and replies, ‘my pleasure.’ He can’t keep the grin off his face.
THEY ARE ADORABLE AND I LOVE THEM