Of Sand and Seawrack - Prompt #44 Winifred
Title: Of Sand and Seawrack
Fandom: The Dresden Files ~ TV verse/pre-canon
Characters: Winifred and Hrothbert
Prompt: 44. Couple
Rating: G
Words: 497
Summary: Winifred and Hrothbert hang out at the beach.
Notes: Information on bindrunes found here and here. That they use Galdr sounds as spoken invocation, is "artistic license." :)
Disclaimer: I do not own The Dresden Files.
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The slightly damp sand felt cool and crumbly between Winifred's bare toes, softer than the hot, restrictive leather of her shoes and itchy hose, and a luxurious relief that bordered on carnal pleasure.
"Come, Hrothbert." Glancing over to where he waited among the tumbled rocks and tufts of hardy sea grass, she pulled her linen under-tunic up between her legs, dividing it and the green woolen over-tunic before tucking them through her belt. "Take off your boots and follow. I need an extra pair of hands to gather enough seawrack."
He cocked a brow, not moving at her command. A glint in his eye promised that he did not dislike the view, however.
"You are here. Did you not realize that I might require a bit of assistance?" Her lips twitched. "No one is about at this hour and it is a hidden, little-visited beach at any event. You will not be seen."
"I came for a chance to speak with you because your time, lately, my lady, has been filled with harvesting and preparing and visiting the ill, the elderly and those in childbirth. We are together alone only late in the evening--in our bed. And I prefer a different method of intercourse in that case."
All that was true and she felt a twinge of guilt. "Ah," Winifred agreed, smiling, walking back toward him. "So do I." She set her gathering basket down next to a large, flat-topped rock, patting it next to her as she sat. "Let us talk, my love. I have missed your conversational company."
He sat by her side, and they talked about many things, serious and silly, magical and mundane, not caring about the ebbing tide or lengthening shadows.
After a time, she noticed the receding shoreline and was reminded of her duties. She dug her big toe into the sand and scribed a bindrune, one character overlapping the other in simple design evoking love and harmony--a partnership of choice. Of course the medium was temporary and the rune would be erased in time and by the elements, but the meaning was clear to her companion.
With a small smile, Hrothbert removed his boots and hose, adding his marking-- symbolizing passion--with a few strokes of his own toe.
She laughed as he stood. ""Ahhhhlllluuu!" ("It is sealed, so mote it be.")
He nodded his agreement and held out a hand to help her up. "Two make quicker work, Lady." Grabbing the basket's handle, he pulled her along to the waters edge after kissing the tip of her nose. "And I have kept you from your work overlong."
"Happily spent time, cariad." She squeezed his hand before wading ankle-deep into the sea's swirling foam to pluck out its dark greenish brown bounty from ensnaring rocks, wringing the tuberous strands dry and placing them into the basket he now carried.
Every other concern was over-ridden, then, by the simple pleasure of each other's company and the task at hand.
Fandom: The Dresden Files ~ TV verse/pre-canon
Characters: Winifred and Hrothbert
Prompt: 44. Couple
Rating: G
Words: 497
Summary: Winifred and Hrothbert hang out at the beach.
Notes: Information on bindrunes found here and here. That they use Galdr sounds as spoken invocation, is "artistic license." :)
Disclaimer: I do not own The Dresden Files.
***
The slightly damp sand felt cool and crumbly between Winifred's bare toes, softer than the hot, restrictive leather of her shoes and itchy hose, and a luxurious relief that bordered on carnal pleasure.
"Come, Hrothbert." Glancing over to where he waited among the tumbled rocks and tufts of hardy sea grass, she pulled her linen under-tunic up between her legs, dividing it and the green woolen over-tunic before tucking them through her belt. "Take off your boots and follow. I need an extra pair of hands to gather enough seawrack."
He cocked a brow, not moving at her command. A glint in his eye promised that he did not dislike the view, however.
"You are here. Did you not realize that I might require a bit of assistance?" Her lips twitched. "No one is about at this hour and it is a hidden, little-visited beach at any event. You will not be seen."
"I came for a chance to speak with you because your time, lately, my lady, has been filled with harvesting and preparing and visiting the ill, the elderly and those in childbirth. We are together alone only late in the evening--in our bed. And I prefer a different method of intercourse in that case."
All that was true and she felt a twinge of guilt. "Ah," Winifred agreed, smiling, walking back toward him. "So do I." She set her gathering basket down next to a large, flat-topped rock, patting it next to her as she sat. "Let us talk, my love. I have missed your conversational company."
He sat by her side, and they talked about many things, serious and silly, magical and mundane, not caring about the ebbing tide or lengthening shadows.
After a time, she noticed the receding shoreline and was reminded of her duties. She dug her big toe into the sand and scribed a bindrune, one character overlapping the other in simple design evoking love and harmony--a partnership of choice. Of course the medium was temporary and the rune would be erased in time and by the elements, but the meaning was clear to her companion.
With a small smile, Hrothbert removed his boots and hose, adding his marking-- symbolizing passion--with a few strokes of his own toe.
She laughed as he stood. ""Ahhhhlllluuu!" ("It is sealed, so mote it be.")
He nodded his agreement and held out a hand to help her up. "Two make quicker work, Lady." Grabbing the basket's handle, he pulled her along to the waters edge after kissing the tip of her nose. "And I have kept you from your work overlong."
"Happily spent time, cariad." She squeezed his hand before wading ankle-deep into the sea's swirling foam to pluck out its dark greenish brown bounty from ensnaring rocks, wringing the tuberous strands dry and placing them into the basket he now carried.
Every other concern was over-ridden, then, by the simple pleasure of each other's company and the task at hand.