@thisforgottenlore said: "I... love you. I just wanted to tell you that." ( for faye :3c) -- { this is legit from your old Kratos blog. I have so many old asks from you, I’m so sorry for being such a disappointment but I still wanna answer them all ;-; }
meme: Dragon Age sentence starters ;; status; accepting
♔—- Her time with Kratos had been... interesting, to say the very least. They started off on a bit of a rocky stretch, as Kratos wandered into Laufey’s camp in a manner that suggested he was a threat and very much aware of the fact. It hadn’t taken her long to plant him firmly in the ground and show him why she wasn’t someone worth messing with, lest he wanted to lose what remained of his then-broken body.
Faye, however, was nothing short of a kind creature, a nurturer at heart, and while she had absolutely no hesitation in defending herself, her people, and her weapon, she just as quickly apologized, lowered herself down onto her knees, and offered Kratos her assistance.
At first, he’d seemed... unwilling to accept. She was a stranger, one that proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that she could hold her own against him, and if she wished it, she would be nothing more than a threat to him, his well being, and any goals he may wish to accomplish. After all, he’d been searching for her axe, and she made it very clear that she had no intention of letting him have it.
She had, however, taken care of him. It became obvious quickly that the reason he desired her weapon so dearly was no because of the power it held, but his belief that its magic could be used to heal a wound that would not heal. It proved simple work for her to patch him up, though his recovery stretched on for many days. She’d been forced to make a more permanent camp for them, one with a makeshift shelter that protected them--more important, Kratos--from the elements and proper wards and defenses set in place so the wanderer could heal in peace rather than worry over what lurked in the woods.
Nursing him back to health and protecting him as she did so was something she’d been more than willing to do, especially once he stopped fighting her on it. Once he recovered, he could be on his way, and they would never have to see one another again. His health improved, but he refused to leave her side, insisting instead that he owed her a debt and he would not leave until that debt was paid off. Faye didn’t see it that way. She saw her kindness as just that--kindness. Kratos saw it as a service that he could never repay because she saved him.
Until the day came that he did repay her, defending her from a freak accident that otherwise might have ended in the loss of her life. His debt repaid, he no longer had reason to tie himself to her, and yet... he stayed. At least, when Faye voiced that he didn’t have to go, that if he wished to stay with her, she would enjoy his continued companionship. From there, their relationship seemed to grow more intimate.
While Kratos always seemed to enjoy her stories and took solace in her voice filling the trees, they’d never tipped too far over the edge. She’d admit to a certain attraction... the type that had her yearning, though she hadn’t readily admitted it. She felt that he may very well feel the same, but his emotional range seemed more or less nonexistent. Pushing it might have driven him away or made their travels unnecessarily tense, but from the moment that Kratos decided to stay with her without being bound by a debt he owed?
Considering very little time actually passed between Kratos agreeing to stay and their naked body moving together in harmony, illuminated only by their campfire and the moonlight? It was safe enough to say that their relationship took a very violent shove into something more serious, or at the very least, something more intimate. Faye wasn’t sure Kratos quite knew how to love, though. He’d been deeply wounded by something--or many somethings--in his past that made it difficult to break through the hardened shell he built around himself to protect his core.
Over time, though, despite there never being verbal confirmation, Laufey knew her feelings for Kratos were very real and oh so very intense. Love, she dared to think, but never had the nerve to utter such a thing aloud. More for fear of scaring him off than anything, she decided to firmly keep such a confession to herself. She knew, sooner or later, she would have to admit it. If Kratos was the man she’d seen in her visions, the future father of her child... He would have to know eventually, but waiting for the right time to drop such a thing seemed with how delicate pieces of their relationship seemed. Both so strong and so fiercely determined to make it in this world, one way or another, it seemed almost laughable that parts of their connection still seemed so fragile.
Never, though, did she truly expect Kratos to be the one to say it first, though.
She sat next to their fire late that night. Late enough that they probably should have both been asleep by then, but they’d gotten a late start to dinner due to more... pressing activities that took priority once they made camp and settled in for the night. They did work up quite an appetite, though, so Faye set out to roast a few sizeable pieces of the deer they took down during their hunting adventure.
Wrapped in little more than a blanket, she sat on a log she’d conjured for convenience and comfort, turning the roasting meat over the fire to ensure an even cook on all sides. Kratos finished setting up the last of their perimeter before settling in beside her. He’d grown rather confident in sharing close spaces with her, so he wasted little time in wrapping two strong arms around her midsection as she prepared their late supper.
“I... love you. I just wanted to tell you that.”
Both of her hands paused and her emerald eyes rounded in surprise as the words sank in. Kratos wasn’t much for conversation. He loved listening to her talk and he hung onto every word she said, but he wasn’t always the best when it came to speaking his mind or elaborating on his feelings. She never minded. He spoke enough to satisfy her and if he had something he wished to say, something he felt important, he would say it, but emotions were a difficult enough thing for him to express in action, so to openly confess to them? If she hadn’t already been sitting, she might have fallen over, and even now, with Kratos’ arms around her, she felt like she might still slip off the log she perched herself on.
As shocking as the statement was, though, she knew it must have been weighing on his mind and heart for quite some time, and it was important enough that he felt she needed to know.
“I--” she murmured, stuttering over what she wanted to say in an endearing but almost uncharacteristic fashion. Gods, she’d never imagined what love could truly feel like. She always worried after seeing those visions that the person she met who would eventually have a child with her would never feel organic, that their love wouldn’t be real, or worse, wouldn’t exist at all. What did she know about being in love with someone? She never had been, before now. Infatuation, sure, but love?
Turning enough to face him, she left the deer roasting without proper supervision. If it burned, it burned, plain and simple. “I know,” she finally murmured. “I’ve known for quite some time and I’ve known even longer how I feel about you in turn. I--” Even though it was already out in the open, she found it difficult to say it. Why? It should have been the easiest thing in the world.
“I love you too, Kratos,” she murmured, allowing the blanket to fall away from her naked shoulders so she could easily wrap her arms around his neck without potentially tangling them in the fabric. “I love you too,” she repeated. “I just wasn’t sure when would be the appropriate time to say it, I just never imagined I’d be beaten to the punch.”
