Together (Merlin, PG)
Title: Together
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Tristan/Isolde
Summary: They made a promise to each other, because they knew they lived dangerous lives. No matter when, no matter how... they would be together for it.
A/N: This was written for the Lyrics and Melodies challenge over at Hearts of Camelot, for the song "I Will Follow You into the Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie.
Isolde was draped over his chest, slender fingers tracing eddies and swirls along his ribcage, her other hand curled around his shoulder. He held her tight, his hands on her waist, lips pressed into her golden hair. The rough wool blanket covered their hips and tangled about their feet, leaving them exposed to the cool air of the stable they’d sheltered in.
Neither of them cared.
She looked up, resting her chin against his chest. Her grin was full of mischief and confidence and fire. The spirals being drawn against his ribcage were punctuated with the sharp hint of her nails.
He took one hand off her waist to brush his knuckles - work- and fight-hardened- against the soft skin covering her cheekbone. Her eyes narrowed and she pushed herself up, looking down at him with a serious expression. He had given himself away, his brow furrowing or his teeth pulling at his lip as he thought about what dangers smuggling could bring - would bring, he knew what the world was like - and having her in the midst of it (again), his angel, his partner, his Isolde.
“Don’t even think about it, Tristan.”
“I would never,” he protested, sounding properly scandalised.
“Tristan.” She dropped to her elbows, her fingers combing through his hair. He returned both hands to her waist. “You’re not leaving me somewhere safe and sound and boring while you run off after fame and fortune.”
“Could be dangerous.”
“And you’ll need me to watch your back,” she said with a knock of knuckles against his forehead. “Whatever happens, no matter when or how... we stay together.” He leaned up to press a kiss to her lips, then to her forehead. She followed him down, their cheeks pressed together while hands memorized curves and smooth expanses.
“Always,” she promised.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Tristan/Isolde
Summary: They made a promise to each other, because they knew they lived dangerous lives. No matter when, no matter how... they would be together for it.
A/N: This was written for the Lyrics and Melodies challenge over at Hearts of Camelot, for the song "I Will Follow You into the Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie.
Isolde was draped over his chest, slender fingers tracing eddies and swirls along his ribcage, her other hand curled around his shoulder. He held her tight, his hands on her waist, lips pressed into her golden hair. The rough wool blanket covered their hips and tangled about their feet, leaving them exposed to the cool air of the stable they’d sheltered in.
Neither of them cared.
She looked up, resting her chin against his chest. Her grin was full of mischief and confidence and fire. The spirals being drawn against his ribcage were punctuated with the sharp hint of her nails.
He took one hand off her waist to brush his knuckles - work- and fight-hardened- against the soft skin covering her cheekbone. Her eyes narrowed and she pushed herself up, looking down at him with a serious expression. He had given himself away, his brow furrowing or his teeth pulling at his lip as he thought about what dangers smuggling could bring - would bring, he knew what the world was like - and having her in the midst of it (again), his angel, his partner, his Isolde.
“Don’t even think about it, Tristan.”
“I would never,” he protested, sounding properly scandalised.
“Tristan.” She dropped to her elbows, her fingers combing through his hair. He returned both hands to her waist. “You’re not leaving me somewhere safe and sound and boring while you run off after fame and fortune.”
“Could be dangerous.”
“And you’ll need me to watch your back,” she said with a knock of knuckles against his forehead. “Whatever happens, no matter when or how... we stay together.” He leaned up to press a kiss to her lips, then to her forehead. She followed him down, their cheeks pressed together while hands memorized curves and smooth expanses.
“Always,” she promised.