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?
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[it's not something that she needs to answer. she hums happily as she eats, his lap a comfortable seat.]
Well, [she begins, making a beautiful work ignoring the little moment that passes between them.] You do make for a better, more accessible midnight snack.
[he swallows the berry, sarcastic grin only broadening as he spreads his hands with a shrug; a lackadaisical, unapologetic gesture of 'guilty as charged'.]
'Happy wife, happy life'?
[he likewise pokes her in the middle, grin softening.]
[to prove his point, her face gets attacked by many, many more smooches than she gave. and just because doing that makes his heart feel very full, he finishes with a very sincere one with a smile at the corner of her lips.
and then the moment is ruined when his stomach complains, a little loudly.]
[she bursts out laughing, cheeks burning and face hurting from smiling too much and surely this heaven, this warm, golden radiance that taints everything, a loud kiss on his lips before she pulls away to grab an already cold teacup.
She holds it between both hands, the liquid slowly warming up again.]
[cheek resting on a loose fist, propped up on one elbow - he watches her with a lop-sided smile, staring at her hands and the steam that begins to lazily lift itself from the cup. his other hand still rests at the small of her back (a leftover from his terrible capture), and he gently rubs his fingers there.]
[he leans over to kiss her on the cheek in thanks before taking his tea, carefully sitting back against pillows so as not to spill. he smiles at her with an old, familiar glint in them.]
But I'm pretty sure the bed is yours, and I'm doing the warming.
[after a long pull from the cup, his eyebrows are raised as it comes down into his other palm to warm it.]
...I think I just turned myself from a food into a hot water bottle.
[she stays where she is, facing him as she sips on her own tea and takes a piece of cheese. the cold has long ceased to be something to be concerned about and sleep is something properly conquered. between bites, she contemplates what chores they have for the day taking into account the awful weather outside, and feels satisfied with the free time they'll get.]
[no, she thinks, a hand cupping the back of his head while the other settles on a thigh. no, they wouldn't. and so she smiles, going for a few more kisses just because he's there to kiss. mine only.]
You have ruined the fereldan experience for me, that's true.
[though she's pretty glad about that.]
Not to mention that I'm now carrying a few of your things with me.
[a very happy, lovely, and comfortable martyr, but she's sure no one would begrudge her this. she's done her fair share of fighting and saving and slaying and saving - it's time for her to try other things on her own.]
But I was talking of a new thing. Well, not that new, really-- two months at best, but seeing how it may very well stick around for a many good years, I suppose 'new' applies perfectly.
[alarms start going off in Alistair's head, which (as yet) only shows in how his eyes widen slightly, the angle of his eyebrows only steepening.
her demeanor would be a lot different if this was something bad. so... some new leadership change in the ranks? a particularly promising recruit? some bizarre new plant she rescued from myth? a lead on reviving the gryphon species?? laying the foundation for some other impossible quest...???
more importantly, how did it go so long without him noticing? without her telling him? is trust breaking down between them? does he now have to be concerned about their marriage? what would be so important that she wouldn't tell him, unless she didn't know--
didn't know? she's the Commander, she knows everything. so what new thing would escape her notice for two months that's something of his she's carrying and going to be around for--
for...
.......oh.
slowly, gently, he sets the cheese down and shoves it away from himself, swallowing while his eyes only grow bigger as they stay transfixed on her, though his demeanor is entirely different from before.]
[she throws her shirt (... well. his shirt, to be more accurate, but that's not really important) as an answer, gently taking his hand to press it firmly on the lower part of her stomach. there's... nothing there. a gentle, tiny curve for her body to betray itself perhaps, too minuscule to note.
but deeper and brighter than that, unseen by him and others: the faint swirling of mana - a beacon for demons to haunt her steps, too lustful and eager for the new oportunity that presents itself on their doorsteps to play at subtlety.]
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[it's not something that she needs to answer. she hums happily as she eats, his lap a comfortable seat.]
Well, [she begins, making a beautiful work ignoring the little moment that passes between them.] You do make for a better, more accessible midnight snack.
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And sometimes morning, afternoon, tea time, evening...
[he pops a strawberry into his mouth, cheek puffed out with it as he tries smiling without opening his mouth.]
You do have a pretty large appetite.
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An appetite that you're usually only too happy to satisfy, if memory serves me right.
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'Happy wife, happy life'?
[he likewise pokes her in the middle, grin softening.]
I don't hear you complaining, either.
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[she takes his finger, moves to give his neck a quick, heavy kiss]
And the more you eat the more I'll have for the taking. My tasty, tasty snack.
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[but he knows how he feels about kisses on his neck. he grins lazily as he wraps his arms around her, pinning her to him.]
Gotcha.
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Oh no, strong arms. [her lips trail from his neck to his shoulder.] My only weakness.
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[to prove his point, her face gets attacked by many, many more smooches than she gave. and just because doing that makes his heart feel very full, he finishes with a very sincere one with a smile at the corner of her lips.
and then the moment is ruined when his stomach complains, a little loudly.]
...Breakfast is cold by now, isn't it.
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She holds it between both hands, the liquid slowly warming up again.]
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[cheek resting on a loose fist, propped up on one elbow - he watches her with a lop-sided smile, staring at her hands and the steam that begins to lazily lift itself from the cup. his other hand still rests at the small of her back (a leftover from his terrible capture), and he gently rubs his fingers there.]
There had to be some reason I stick around.
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Oh yes, trust the mage with your tea and your bed. Have no worries for the winter.
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[he leans over to kiss her on the cheek in thanks before taking his tea, carefully sitting back against pillows so as not to spill. he smiles at her with an old, familiar glint in them.]
But I'm pretty sure the bed is yours, and I'm doing the warming.
[after a long pull from the cup, his eyebrows are raised as it comes down into his other palm to warm it.]
...I think I just turned myself from a food into a hot water bottle.
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[she stays where she is, facing him as she sips on her own tea and takes a piece of cheese. the cold has long ceased to be something to be concerned about and sleep is something properly conquered. between bites, she contemplates what chores they have for the day taking into account the awful weather outside, and feels satisfied with the free time they'll get.]
You do have other uses though.
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[he grins as cheekily as possible, sitting up a little straighter in the pillows and wiggling his hips a bit, pretending to be preening and vain.]
It's nice to be a desirable commodity.
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Oh yes, a very profitable investment. [holding out a piece of cheese for him.] Keeps me from looking out for younger models.
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but then he's all smiles again, accepting the cheese and nibbling at it.]
Younger models are nice in theory.
[he sits up fully and kisses her a few times; on the cheek, the corner of her mouth, fully on her lips. he stays close after pulling back, smiling.]
But would they love you just as much? I'd like to think I've set a pretty high bar for that.
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You have ruined the fereldan experience for me, that's true.
[though she's pretty glad about that.]
Not to mention that I'm now carrying a few of your things with me.
[a tilt of her head.]
Well... just the one, I guess.
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The burden of many years dealing with my terrible jokes? That is a pretty heavy one.
[his free hand rests on her thigh, too, in order to lace their fingers together.]
Or maybe how bad my feet smell after a long day in boots and greaves. A decidedly awful fate.
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[a very happy, lovely, and comfortable martyr, but she's sure no one would begrudge her this. she's done her fair share of fighting and saving and slaying and saving - it's time for her to try other things on her own.]
But I was talking of a new thing. Well, not that new, really-- two months at best, but seeing how it may very well stick around for a many good years, I suppose 'new' applies perfectly.
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her demeanor would be a lot different if this was something bad. so... some new leadership change in the ranks? a particularly promising recruit? some bizarre new plant she rescued from myth? a lead on reviving the gryphon species?? laying the foundation for some other impossible quest...???
more importantly, how did it go so long without him noticing? without her telling him? is trust breaking down between them? does he now have to be concerned about their marriage? what would be so important that she wouldn't tell him, unless she didn't know--
didn't know? she's the Commander, she knows everything. so what new thing would escape her notice for two months that's something of his she's carrying and going to be around for--
for...
.......oh.
slowly, gently, he sets the cheese down and shoves it away from himself, swallowing while his eyes only grow bigger as they stay transfixed on her, though his demeanor is entirely different from before.]
...You're not.
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but deeper and brighter than that, unseen by him and others: the faint swirling of mana - a beacon for demons to haunt her steps, too lustful and eager for the new oportunity that presents itself on their doorsteps to play at subtlety.]
Right here. I have become an oven.