Unexpected Domesticity

[lana_del_taco]

unexpected domesticity shipping meme. you never thought you'd have a home, at least not one you can call completely yours, no strings attached and no one lording above you or controlling you. you may not have even known what a "home" truly is, or thought you wanted one. now, there is a touch of domesticity in your life, no matter what things are like otherwise, because you have a home, though you may not have a house proper. most importantly, you now have someone to share this new facet of life with - a partner. similar to you or completely different, relationship unspoken or unrealized, heavily romantic or understated, they are slowly but surely becoming someone indispensable to you. you never could have seen this coming. and, of course, with domesticity comes a certain amount of intimacy, perhaps even the ultimate physical intimacy...you may be open to that already or you're working up to it when you'd hardly considered it before. whether your situation is for the long term as it stands, could end at any moment, or a mere disguise you're using to lay low, you're getting comfortable. how does that make you feel? will you it accept a new lease on life - or will you sabotage yourself before someone else does? — Comment with your character, preferences, what tone you want your thread to take, and whether or not your open to smut. — Reply to others.

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Alistair Theirin ♔ Dragon Age series ♔ m/f

[cheesy]

[baskinthesun]

[winter is upon them. the roses she's been growing are hidden by a few feet of snow, just like the rest of her garden must be, but right now she couldn't care less, too sleepy and comfortable and warm to do anything more complicated than to flicker a hand towards the fireplace to light a fire before she's pressing herself against the human mountain sleeping to her side, pulling the pelts and covers over her head to keep the cold at bay.]

[cheesy]

[the momentary cold that's let in when she lifts all the blankets and furs is what wakes him, shivering and whining slightly against it, even as the warmth is sealed in again.

after a huge yawn and stretch, Alistair smacks his mouth against the awful taste of morning, snuggling sleepily against Seren.]

G'morning.

[baskinthesun]

[she smiles a lazy smile, too comfortable to emerge from her nest, to even open her eyes. so she simply makes this humming little noise, drops a kiss to his chest and gently scratches his back yes, good morning, dear.]

[cheesy]

[a sleepy smile at the touches, eyes still closed in contemplation of falling back asleep even as he cups her cheek and plays with her hair.]

D'you want breakfast.

[his voice is low and gruff with sleep, and he's not sure he wants to leave warmth, let alone get up...]

[baskinthesun]

[she wants... to stay here. her stomach rumbles very, very faintly at the mention of breakfast, but she ignores it, opening her eyes a little to take in the sight of her beloved.

and his ridiculously messy hair.

she smiles, and moves to (gently!) bite his hand.]

If you bring it here.

[cheesy]

[a quiet laugh, sluggish in tempo.]

How is that fair?

[one eye squints open, still managing to throw Seren a dubious look as his thumb, now closer to her mouth from the bite, taps against her lips.]

I get to be cold and do all the work, is that it?

[baskinthesun]

[she kisses his thumb, her hand tracing a scar on his waist and feeling overall quite happy and satisfied and yes, this here is good. a good life. a good morning.]

I could bribe you.

[cheesy]

You'll go out in the snow to walk the dog? Yes, I think that'd do it.

[eyes open slightly as he grins devilishly, because he gets the feeling that that's not what she meant.

...it really would work, though.]

[baskinthesun]

Why, I'd be more than happy to do so, my lord.

[because if he truly believed Elke would want to go out instead of lazying in front of the hearth with a big, juicy bone then it was his loss and not hers.

and yes, it wasn't what she had in mind but. the day's long.]

[cheesy]

[he laughs again, maybe sounding a little more awake.]

You only call me that when you want something.

[baskinthesun]

Lies and slander!

[with great effort, she moves to lay partially on top of him, chin resting on both hands.]

Offending me first thing in the morning... how rude of you.

[cheesy]

Oh, or when you're being sarcastic. You do it then, too.

[drowsily, Alistair brushes hair away from her face.]

If you're offended, I can't help that you can't handle the truth.

[baskinthesun]

[now she pouts, moving away from her very comfortable and mean pillow.]

You used to be so sweet and cute.

[cheesy]

I still am and you know it.

[rolls to follow, wrapping his arms around her middle and pulling her close so he can kiss her shoulder.]

I'm downright adorable. Otherwise you wouldn't have to bribe me.

[smooches her cheek]

I'm still open for negotiations...

[baskinthesun]

[she's trapped! trapped! and giggling, his ghost-of-a-bear tickling her skin when he kisses her and yes, maybe there is some sweetness to him yet. maybe]

Unhand me, ser! I will not be cornered like this in my own bed!

[well. their bed. but, still. she leans against him, hands resting on his arm.]

... But I suppose I could use the last of my precious antivan oil on a massage for my lord. Would that be enough?

[cheesy]

[fully awake at last, Alistair just laughs openly at her false protests, squeezing tighter and rubbing his face (particularly his yet unshaven cheeks and chin) into her shoulderblades.]

Your bed now, is it? I suppose I'll have to sleep on the floor with the dog, but at least I'll smell nice from that oil. Win some, lose some, right?

[baskinthesun]

[she squirms, now simply laughing and no, stop that! Alistair! things are perfect. truly, blissfully perfect.]

Darling, don't be silly. Elke will obviously take up your place.

[looking behind her with not-quite a smirk.]

Though you will smell really nice.

[cheesy]

Now who's being offensive? Smelling good would leave me some dignity, though.

[...a thoughtful pause.]

Not sure I ever had much to begin with, though.

[baskinthesun]

Enough to go by, I think.

[she nudges his arms, moving to raise and sit, letting pelts and covers fall from her. it's chilly still, but the fire is on and she's awake enough to deal. maybe.]

Used to be braver though. But that's old age for you.

[and off the bed she goes, grabbing his shirt.]

[cheesy]

[he hums a little at the back of his throat when the covers slip from her shoulders, but doesn't follow; only lifting his head a bit to watch.]

I hope you're getting my bribe. I'm in no mood to spoil you with food until then.

[he laughs a little, though it comes more from deep in his chest rather than his throat, smile just as lazy.]

[baskinthesun]

Shame on you. But I'm getting my own food, serah.

[cold stone against her feet. she moves to the fire, stretching much like a cat and taking a moment to comb her hair, an impish smile now when she looks at him.]

So no bribe for you. Though I will take some compensation.

[cheesy]

So cruel. Here I was, going to do something nice for you, and you throw it back in my face. Only going to feed yourself, even.

[he doesn't mean a word of it, only made more obvious by any lack of ire in his sleepy voice. Alistair rolls onto his side, leaning on one arm to watch her comb that dark hair he loves.]

What kind of compensation?

[baskinthesun]

[hands come to a slow stop; her smile grows soft, almost a smirk but not quite, and her eyes darken as they wander off, and for a moment it's tempting to simply go back and--]

Later.

[yes. for now she goes away instead, a bee-line towards the kitchen. warm tea and bread, cheese and fruits and eggs for two. and something for her little one (GOOD MORNING YOU LOOK PRETTY), too comfortable by the fire to do anything beyond rolling over and wag his little tail and you look very pretty as well.

a quiet winter morning, and life is perfect.]

[cheesy]

[very perfect.

Alistair can just roll onto his back again and doze contentedly, the soft white light reflected on the snow outside making him feel peaceful and all too glad that he's not going to take Elke out in it.

generally, all too glad for peace, a place to call home, a great dog, and love from the most wonderful person in the world.

very perfect.]