Author's note: I don't own the content before you – this is an exercise in creativity. Please mind the rating, there are scenes of death, sex and swearing.
Summary: so a rogue walks into a bar…/snippets of a young woman's life
It's a little awkward now.
(it speaks volumes about her that things were easier when he was married – much like her father she tends to make her life far more difficult than it has to be)
He catches up with her in Tol Barad, sitting next to the river with a pile of cinderbloom. The mist was coming up from the forest and creeping down over the steep embankment, muffling the chitter of the spiders and the veiling the fires from the settlement from view. The mail jingles louder than his plate but it is easier yet to move without the heavier armor.
"Looks like it'll be a clear night." She says quietly, carefully plucking the petals off a heartblossom.
He didn't come here to talk about the weather.
It's not like him, it's not – but despite the healer's attempt, the scar on her smooth cheek fills him with rage, he should have been there:
He pushes her down, he sets the record straight as her skin begins to flush underneath the heat of his scowl.
"It's always been you," he says raggedly as she whimpers. "Ever since I first saw you."
She almost didn't make it.
"Silly girl," he whispers into her ear. "Don't you know how much I love you?"
He almost didn't make it.
She arcs against him, and he can almost taste her heartbeat on his tongue.