AN: I've decided to post my Pellinor fic here as a selection of oneshots, Hehe, I hope you enjoy my repertoire of vignettes, drabbles, Angst!fic and fluff. And some of the oneshots were inspired by the 30originals (on LJ) challenge prompts.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the almighty Alison Croggon. I am merely allowed to play with them.
Maerad awoke to the sight of the sun streaming through the thick glass of the window panes, outside of which the birds were chirruping merrily and the red roofs of Lirigon greeted her.
The insidious warmth beneath the covers of the bed attempted to allure and beguile her back into sleep, but she was happy just dozing and watching the man lying next to her sleep.
His dark hair had slipped in front of his face as he slept, tickling his face, but covering the thin white scar that stretched almost unseen around his cheek. Maerad caressed his cheek and moved the hair back from his eyes, doing what she had once foolishly denied herself.
Almost inadvertently she smiled. Normality, in her opinion, was definitely a thing to be savoured. She had once been long estranged from its sweet lull, but not of her own volition.
But much had changed. She had changed. He had changed. They had all changed. Normality was hers to savour.
He was lighter, growing lighter as the days did, after the song had been sung, its melody reclaimed and freed. He was much more prone to smiling and even in moments, mischief.
She was right. Much had changed.
"Staring," his voice intoned, ringing in the silence and startling her out of her pleasant reverie, "is not considered polite in most places,"
And then he grinned, stretching languidly before opening his eyes and considering the woman in front of him.
He had been awake all along, of course.
"Cadvan!" Maerad chastised, her laughter glittering in her eyes.
"Maerad!" Cadvan replied in the same tone of voice, his grin spreading wider.
In a faux-huff, Maerad threw her pillow at him, which admittedly, he had not expected. Nor had she expected her impromptu missile to hit its target full-on.
Giggling uncontrollably, Maerad darted to the other side of the bed, although not quick enough to escape the wrath of her lover who had been hit in the face with her pillow.
Cadvan lunged for her leg, pulling her softly across the bed and right into his arms. Surreptitiously, he landed a kiss on her cheek, laughing as loudly as she was.
"Now what sort of punishment should one gain from heaving a pillow into the face of the one whom the bed belongs to?" he whispered into her ear, softly, causing Maerad to shiver slightly, entranced by the sweet warmth of his voice.
Still looking into her eyes, a chatoyant and deep cobalt blue, Cadvan placed his lips on hers.
And then pulled back and began to tickle her.
The laughter of the pair could be heard echoing freely through the school, for a long, long time.
And Maerad kept in mind the two lessons that she had learnt that day; one she had half-known and one she hadn't.
Firstly, Cadvan was a very different person when all formality was stripped and he was happy.
And secondly, never throw a pillow at your handsome lover, unless you were prepared to pay the consequences.
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