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author's note: some adorable fluff, enjoy.

summary: so, how was your day?/coming home is the best part of one's day/darcyxsif


The girl is surrounded with tiny bottles of varnish and a large glass of what appears to be stout. Sif drops her shield at the door and walks into the bathing chamber where her host as set out fresh garments and a new 'toothbrush'. A bath has been drawn, the water still warm.

(sif cannot hide this pleased feeling in her breast)

Her hair is damp, trailing down the back of her shift when she sits down beside the small, spectacled mortal. Darcy passes her the stout and admires her polished left hand.

"So," she asks absently. "How was your day?"

(sif cannot hide the smile anymore)