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]

"This world in general," she said dismissively, looking down at his finger. "Well, I suppose it's a good thing one of us is the romantic type."

[thinkbetterofme]

He looked amused, but lowered his hand to rest against her shoulder, his fingers brushing the side of her throat.

"How so? What else would happen?"

[inneedofcoffee]

"People would fall off?" Maladicta suggested, going with the world discussion.

[thinkbetterofme]

"I think that we are safe from falling off the world," he assured her, "but you know that was not what I meant."

[inneedofcoffee]

"What about the people on the bottom of the ball!" It made no sense, okay? And don't say 'gravity' because that was nonsense.

[thinkbetterofme]

"It is a ball, how do you know we are not at the bottom of it?" he asked, curling his fingers around the back of her neck.

"You are avoiding my question."

[inneedofcoffee]

"And what was it again?"

[thinkbetterofme]

He rolled his eyes at her, knowing very well that she had not forgotten.

"As to why it is a good thing one of us is romantic," he humoured her. Not that it was important, but now he was curious.

[inneedofcoffee]

"Because it's certainly not me." Not unless if leaned toward the 'watch you sleep, creepy stalker' aspect.

Damn vampires.

[thinkbetterofme]

"So will it not become infuriating that I am?" he asked, his fingers teasing at the nape of her neck. "Even if I do not know if I am. I have very little experience in this matter."

[inneedofcoffee]

"I can only assure you that you are quite the romantic," Maladicta replied, tapping his chest with her fingers. "Poetry was a good hint."

[thinkbetterofme]

He hummed softly, for an instant distracted by the touch.

"I enjoy the arts," he admitted. "They bring me much more pleasure than wielding a blade."

[inneedofcoffee]

"It suits you," she admitted after a small pause.

[thinkbetterofme]

"Not everyone finds it a useful pursuit," he admitted. "The rangers do not seem to mind. They have their own tales and songs to share, many that you'll not find in the King's archives."

[inneedofcoffee]

"And what exactly is a 'useful pursuit'?"