Room 409, Saturday Afternoon

[inneedofcoffee]

After very kindly depositing Faramir on the floor, Maladicta went back to her coffee pot. That poor machine might have been running non-stop since this week started.

Once she had a cup poured for herself, she took a seat on the bed to stare at the man.

Because that, as we all know, was so very helpful.

[[FOR THAT GUY]]

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[thinkbetterofme]

That, most definitely, was a new experience. Even his brother would not have managed to drag him up those several flights.

He was tugging at his tunic, rearranging it so he did not quite as... well as if someone had dragged him up four flours by it.

The stare was disconcerting, but Faramir was not one to run from it and now that he knew which way was up again, he could perhaps start talking. "Forgive me," he spoke quietly. "I should not have let that happen. I wronged you both."

[inneedofcoffee]

"Yes, try not to do that again or I'll be forced to do something rash."

BECAUSE DRAGGING HIM UP TO HER ROOM WASN'T.

[thinkbetterofme]

There were perhaps more appropriate things to say at this instant. Like a promise that there would be no need, though the promise seemed a hard one to keep as he had not entirely chosen to act in such a manner. Not that he wished to shirk all responsibility of his actions.

"Something rash?" he asked instead, because he was trying to imagine what that would be.

[inneedofcoffee]

"Possibly involving bathing in blood." A beat. "It's horrible to get out of hair."

[thinkbetterofme]

"So you have told me," he sighed and leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees.

"It is good that I am not the vampire here, or I would have failed the test already. I am truly sorry for what I have done, my lady. It was but a kiss in a moment of weakness, nothing more and I apologise for the harm it has done to you."

[inneedofcoffee]

Maladicta took a sip of her coffee, thinking that over. "Would you have continued had I not arrived?"

[thinkbetterofme]

That was a fair question, even if the answer was not as easily given.

"I would like to say it would not have, but it should not have happened in the first place," he said wryly, grimacing. "It did not feel right now that I think on it, so I do not think so. I hope I would not have."

[inneedofcoffee]

"Good." Maladicta cleared her throat, patting the spot next to her on the bed after another moment.

[thinkbetterofme]

He let out a breath and pushed to his feet, not needing much more of an invitation to sit beside her.

"You're not cross?" he asked quietly, letting his shoulder brush against hers as he sat down.

[inneedofcoffee]

"Oh, no. I'm still cross," Maladicta replied. "Which would be why you're staying here until all this wears off."

[thinkbetterofme]

As punishments went, Faramir could think of much worse ones. Unless she meant to snack on him, that was.

"Would that not make matters worse for you?"

[inneedofcoffee]

"I have more coffee."

Possibly an entire closet full. Shhhh.

[thinkbetterofme]

"That is good," he agreed and drew in a breath. "What can I do to make this better?" he asked quietly. "You have but to ask."

Dangerous words, Faramir. She had gotten you to wear a dress after all.

[inneedofcoffee]

"I'll keep that in mind." God help you, Faramir. "I'm sure we could find you another fetching dress."

[thinkbetterofme]

"I am glad you found this one fetching," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder. As apology.

[inneedofcoffee]

Apology! Of course, yes.

"Did you burn it?" she asked, eying the coffee pot for a moment.