A/N: I didn't think I could do this but here is an entry fot the Men of Tortall's forum March 2010 Prompt: Dream
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He looked at her peaceful face in the warm sun of spring. Her smiles were rare back home with work and her family. But here, she was carefree, almost as carefree as him. She could stretch out under the warm sun like a cat and just be.
Existing without a purpose would be relaxing. He would admit that it was unlike her to not have a goal but it would do her good for short periods of time. He knew after a day it would make her go crazy, it would make himself rip his hair out, but seeing her like this was worth it.
She sighed as she stretched her arms above her head, towards him.
Smiling he bent over and placed a kiss on her lips while twining their fingers together.
Her gaze locked onto his eyes and he knew that this was no mistake. Bringing her to his home land was a perfect treat for the both of them.
Her icy eyes matched the sky she stared up into. Her braided her was tossed aside like a rope across the green grass of early summer, patches of snow still clung to the ground around them, refusing to melt.
Her entire body was relaxed, joyful, and, somehow, warm despite the Scanran weather. But he noticed his own flesh was warmer whenever her hand brushed his leg, or his cheek.
Smiling and keeping one hand's fingers intertwined with her own calloused hands, he brushed a stray hair out of her eyes. He breathed in the clean air of home, loving the way it smelled of snow, pine, and earth it cleared his head of everything, everything except her that is. Her sweet smell would cling to her, every where she went. She had a faint scent, one of leather from her work gear, dust from her spinners, and gillyflowers…from him.
She was so much to him. She was what kept him from becoming inhuman in his work, but she was also almost like a coal to the fire as well. Their playful banter had extended into their work, challenging each other. He would steal from these wealthy merchants, while she would catch a few thieves. He would ask if she had bigger fish to fry and she would want to know about him becoming respectable.
He looked down; coal black eyes meeting icy gray eyes. Both of them unsettling and still adoring as they looked at each other. This was the time he had to tell her. This was the moment he was waiting for. Everything had seemed to fall into place and he could wait no more.
He leaned in closer to those soft lips that could turn into a hard line if pushed. Using a rough hand, he cupped her cheek. This was it. He had to tell her that he would become respectable. He would stop his thieving ways. He would do anything to settle down. For her.
He had to ask for her hand.
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A creak on the floor boards woke him from his light sleep. Pulling on breeches and grabbing knives, he waited for a knock on the door. When he heard the rhythm of tapping, the tense muscles in his back relaxed and he opened his door. The face on the other side was not of the woman he wanted to see but this was life, not a dream. He knew his work called for him by the look on her face. He pulled on a shirt and slipped into his shoes before following the Queen of the Rogue.
Dreams were always enjoyed, but they had to be put off for the future. Reality was here and now, and it would not wait for his slumber to end.
