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."

[thinkbetterofme]

"I considered it," he admitted, "but it seemed a waste of fabric. I might cut it and put the strips to use for cleaning rags or the like."

[inneedofcoffee]

"It's hardly even fabric," Maladicta pointed out carefully. "Though who knows what burning could do..."

[thinkbetterofme]

"You are welcome to try," he offered with a small smile.

[inneedofcoffee]

Oh sure, force her to smile back. "We're sadly lacking in a fireplace to try."

[thinkbetterofme]

"There are plenty of clearings in the preserve that would work"

His smile widened in relief and he reached out to touch her cheek. "I truly am sorry, Maladicta. You must know that you have been all that has been on my mind this week."

[inneedofcoffee]

"Yes, yes. I know you are," Maladicta replied, rolling her eyes at him. "Don't make a habit of doing that."

[thinkbetterofme]

"Only with you, my lady," he was grinning now. He was perhaps sorry, but he could not help being too aware of the lack of distance between them.

[inneedofcoffee]

She inhaled sharply, pushing him back for a moment as she grabbed for those candied espresso beans again.

"This is not a very fun week."

Yes, she was grumpy about it.

[thinkbetterofme]

"It is not," he agreed, letting himself fall on the bed, but keeping his feet on the ground. "I thought these matters were not supposed to last this long?"

[inneedofcoffee]

Maladicta placed both hands on his chest, peering down at him now that she had a fresh kick of delicious caffeine in her system. "I think the entire island is simply messing with us all."

[thinkbetterofme]

"It has been doing that for a couple of weeks now," he agreed, reaching up to catch a lock of her hair between his fingers. "Since we left for Vail, if I am not mistaken. Perhaps it became jealous and is teaching us a lesson now?"

[inneedofcoffee]

"For leaving it?" Maladicta gave that all due thought. "That would mean it's alive, you know."

[thinkbetterofme]

"As does the implication that it is messing with us," he reasoned, playing with her hair. "Most people here seem to talk as if this place has its own will."

[inneedofcoffee]

Maladicta hummed, zeroing on his throat again before shaking herself out of it. "It probably has something to do with being on a ball."

[thinkbetterofme]

Perhaps he should start wearing scarves? Not that he was not experiencing similar distractions as he traced a finger along her jaw.

"A ball? You mean the island?" he asked, confused.