You're my home

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You're My Home You can never stay in one place for too long, be the cause your own itching feet or less than pleasant circumstances keeping you on the run. Still, more often than not, you find yourself returning to the same old places, like animals returning from winter migration. Actually, you keep coming back to one person, because you know no matter where you roam, you'll always have a place with them...and in their bed. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder with you two, so live in this moment. Who knows when you'll have to leave yet again? ✿ Comment with your character, info, preferences, and whether you want your character to be wandering one or the steady point. ✿ Reply to others. ✿ Thread. This doesn't have to be a smut meme. Just be clear in your prefs!

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[cheesy]

[permanence, and finality. stability, and a promise.

and a choice.

his breath catches and he searches her face, wide-eyed and lashes prickling as his eyes fill.]

If you do this, I'll never let you go. Ever. I won't wait again. I'll follow you, until my last breath.

[he says it firmly, without doubt. she must be clear about what she's asking. there's no way to know, but maybe he would have accepted it if she moved on from him. he'd like to think he would, that he'd want her happiness more. but this...

it's getting harder to breathe. so he whispers, but that doesn't diminish the power behind what he has to say.]

You amaze me. You inspire me. You blossomed from a caged bird to a griffon. You came back for me. Twice. And you...give me the freedom of choice. No one else ever did.

[his breath trembles, but he refuses to break.]

You are the only person who ever made me feel like I was enough. So I want you to be mine. Forever.

[baskinthesun]

Oh, hush now.

[and so she pushes him, rose petals and a bubbling laugh, a little more weight to her than what she used to have -but still light enough for him to hold, and ground, and carry-. and truly, in this ever changing world, there are some things that still manage to remain the same, and be all the luckier for it.

(soft lips. a warm mouth. the thrill that runs through her back when they part and he's there, real and vulnerable and hers - bleeding heart and ridiculous jokes for her use and keeping only.)

her hair falls like a curtain for them to hide behind.]

Really, why would I even want to go away from this? When you make such a luxurious bed and pillow; they don't have such comforts on a ship, you know.

[cheesy]

[it would be insulting from anyone else to have his sincerity seemingly brushed off with lightness, but for her he just blinks away the burn in his eyes, and turns a little pink, shy and giggling a little like he hasn't been in a long time.]

You forgot the part where I also make a very good blanket and comforter.

[to make his point, his arms still wrapped around her waist, and squeezes just a little as he turns them both onto their sides, enveloping her and still giggling.]

[baskinthesun]

[like a boy, and she likes it just fine, this lightness and this affection and to be laying down here with him and the many petals now clinging to their asses.]

Ah, yes. Old models like you were made to surprise and last. By far one of the less regrettable investments. [a finger traces his nose, eyes warm with laughter.] It was so smart of me to let you tag along.

[cheesy]

"Let me tag along"?!

[he huffs indignantly in a short, powerful snort, eyes narrowed and pout fairly pronounced.]

Rude. Absolutely incorrigible. I should kick you out of my nice fancy inn room right this instant. What would you have do--

[unexpectedly, he stops...and his childish pout turns from insulted to thoughtful.]

...No, no, you probably could've still done all that without me.

[baskinthesun]

[now she does laugh, without really bothering to answer such claims. and why should she? when kissing that pout is by far a much attractive prospect, teeth gently biting and pulling his lower lip.]

Can you imagine it? That sweet little tower-mage left for the taking of Morrigan or Flemeth or both. Cheese-less and completely wild - picture the horror.

[cheesy]

[oooh, a kiss yes please. have another in exchange because you're lovely and thank you]

They'd teach you all their apostate secrets and Flemeth'd have another candidate for body snatching. Shame about Thedas, though.

[baskinthesun]

[the warden rests her forehead on the nook of his neck and shoulder, growing quiet for the few second that escape from her restrain.]

... Well. I did get a few secrets from her, so I can't complain.

[a sigh, and then a smile happily pressed against his skin.]

Great news for Thedas. But a big shame about the body snatching, truly. Sounds like the kind of thing one would like to know when old age comes knocking.