Drabble 2: Coy
Coy: (adj) Shy; modest
He passes by her room in the mending wing, when he can. Alton slows as he nears the door, trying to keep his breath steady. He was always so... unreasonably nervous when he passed her by. His heart pounds in his chest. Is she awake? Is she in pain? Of course she's in pain, clodpole!
The door isn't even open. He reaches for the doornob with a gauntleted hand. Pauses; his fingers curl. He just wants a glimpse of her...
Karigan is awake. When the door opens, she says, "Ben? Is that- oh. Alton." A grin lights up her face.
"Would you like some company, Karigan?" he asks, again the suave lord as he steps inside.
Gods, how his heart flutters when she say yes.
A/N: Really short, I'm sorry. I had forgotten this fic (long story, no time for the telling ;) ) I was in a rush to get an update done.
ALSO. Am I the only one that's unreasonably happy that the fandom is sorted by character now?