Who; leaporfall, doesnotbrood What; Marian finally drops by to look in on Fenris. Where; Fenris' house. When; Saturday afternoon. Rating; PG? Status; Closed, Ongoing
Fenris had gotten into the habit, recently, of spending his afternoons with a glass of wine and the same book, the first in a set of seven if his read the spines correctly, and it had come highly recommended by a friend. So far he was enjoying the material, even if it was about an entire hidden school dedicated to teaching children how to use magic. There were underlying meanings he understood and appreciated, and that, he believed, was why the series was recommended to him in the first place.
His attention turned toward the door when the all-too-familiar knock resounded, and the pace of his heart quickened a bit. Marian. But...wait. Not here, not his Marian.
And then she entered and he willed a gentle smile on his face as he prayed to the Maker his voice didn't hesitate. She made him so bloody nervous. "Marian. Good afternoon." He slid a bookmark between the pages and closed the book.
Some of the restless tension Marian had been carrying dissipated, and her quick smile was marked by obvious relief chased after by a hint of odd bemusement. The scene was a mix of familiar and unfamiliar, and not for the first time she found herself wondering just how well she knew the people of those alternate Kirkwalls. Not as well as she should have, perhaps, were she a better friend.
"Good afternoon, Fenris," she replied. She took a few more strides into the house, then settled back on her heels, one hand resting on her hip for lack of a better place to put it. "I - didn't mean to intrude. I just wanted to see if you were all right after..." She paused, expression twisting briefly wry. "Well, the latest string of disasters."
He smiled as she came farther in, standing and setting his book aside. "I...I'm fine." He swallowed, not knowing what else to say. In her presence he was always uneasy, uncertain, confused. Her voice, her eyes, everything was just as he knew her to be...
...except...she was a mage, something that had never entered into the equation in his world, and yet...in all other respects, she was who he remembered. He shook his head slightly and blinked. "I...how are you?"
Marian refixed her smile and rolled one shoulder in an easy shrug, the motion habitual as breathing. It was not so easy to banish the worn concern and caution that crept in 'round the edges of her expression; try as she might, she would never have a rogue's facility for masks. "Well as ever," she replied. "As much as anyone can be here, at any rate."
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His attention turned toward the door when the all-too-familiar knock resounded, and the pace of his heart quickened a bit. Marian. But...wait. Not here, not his Marian.
And then she entered and he willed a gentle smile on his face as he prayed to the Maker his voice didn't hesitate. She made him so bloody nervous. "Marian. Good afternoon." He slid a bookmark between the pages and closed the book.
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"Good afternoon, Fenris," she replied. She took a few more strides into the house, then settled back on her heels, one hand resting on her hip for lack of a better place to put it. "I - didn't mean to intrude. I just wanted to see if you were all right after..." She paused, expression twisting briefly wry. "Well, the latest string of disasters."
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...except...she was a mage, something that had never entered into the equation in his world, and yet...in all other respects, she was who he remembered. He shook his head slightly and blinked. "I...how are you?"
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