Touch prompt: in a moment of annoyance for Lothuial x Abelas if you’re feeling inspired?
NB: Lothuial took the name of Sagrell when she won the seat in the House of Ballads and has been using it ever since as a tribute. Few know her true name.
You get a glimpse from before Arlathan fell. Before Abelas learned of Lothuial’s true name. Before they even were a couple.
Enjoy the Idjits
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He watchesher as she keeps hammering some useless pieces of junk. At least, he hopes itis, considering there won’t be anything much left once she was done with it.
Abelasdoesn’t move from his spot, fully aware that Sagrell is already knows he’shere. And she couldn’t care less. Then again, he’s cautious. Coming too closeto her, too soon might have the opposite effect and have her focus all herenergy on him.
And… hewasn’t ready. Not after how their last meeting nearly turned out.
A grunt andgrowled out curse made him look up just in time to see she had broken herhammer. He bit back a smile. He never considered himself a linguist but hangingaround the Alfar, he had managed to learn more than a couple of words. Nonethat could be said in polite company, but he was happy knowing them all thesame. He still doubted it was what Faervel had in mind when he encouraged his protégéto follow the mortal woman.
Sagrellstared at the shaft for a moment before shrugging and throwing it away. He sighed.It was the third (or fifth) she broke since she first came down to the smithy thatmorning. She stared at him for a long moment and scoffed softly.
Before hecould react, she had stepped forward and pressed her forehead against hiscollarbone with a sigh. Abelas’ hands had gone up reflexively and hovered for amoment before he settled them lightly above her elbows. “Feeling better?”
Sagrellmade some kind of noise, part grunt part snort. Unless it was another one ofher choice of swear words, one he didn’t know of. He chuckled earning himself aglare as Sagrell turned her head to look up at him. “You won’t change the Fae, lethallan.No matter how hard you try or how much you want to. You can’t change them, it’s not in their nature.” he said gently.
She rolledher eyes before settling back against his chest with a sigh, butting her headagainst his shoulder a couple of times for good measure. “I know…” she saidafter a time, softly.
And he couldonly rub his thumbs against the skin above her elbows, unsure what to offer ina way of comfort but still willing to try.