Meh, something quick before I go…
I literally just wrote this out just now with absolutely no idea for plot or where to go with it, so I'm pretty sure it's not that good, but I wanted to write a small thing while I had a chance, sorry, I'm not even bothering to look through this, but I haven't done that for any of the other ones either, so whatever…just something to make me happy.
Disclaimer-Meh, nope.
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The splatter of ink against the way was accompanied by a sharp hiss of frustration from the elf seated at the table, several rolls of paper open in front of him, his fingers liberally coated with dark ink.
"Calm down, love, calm down." Hawke muttered soothingly from their chair beside the elf's, their hands moving to steady the elf's own with a gentle touch, their voice soft. "You're doing fine." They assured.
"Fine!?" Fenris hissed, his lips curling in a silent growl, "how is any of this fine?" he asked, pointing to the liberal splotches of ink littering the paper laid out before them both. "It is completely illegible!"
"Now, now," Hawke said, leaning over to grab a hold of Fenris' shoulders, their grip firm. "Everyone has a hard time with something's, especially when they haven't been practicing nearly as much as they should have been since their teacher's been…busy." Hawke mumbled out the last part, their gaze flicking to the floor as realization began to spread across their face, their eyes lighting up with shame. "I haven't been spending nearly enough time with you on your writing as I should have been, I'm sorry, love."
Fenris' eyes widened as Hawke berated themselves, his hands stalling just slightly before curling around Hawke's own, his grip soft.
"I'm sorry, my darling." Hawke muttered quietly, before freezing as Fenris released their hands and took their face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together gently.
"You have done nothing wrong." Fenris countered softly, pressing a quick kiss to the human's hair, and then resuming the action of pushing his forehead against Hawke's own. "There are more important things than teaching me to write." He said gently, carefully avoiding calling the teaching useless, as his frustration had quickly dissipated with Hawke's realization, and he knew that those words would only serve to make his human lover feel worse.
"But it's still important, and I've still be neglecting it." Hawke mumbled out, their brow furrowing in concern before they lifted their eyes to glaze at the elf that was holding their face with careful, ink stained fingers.
"It is unimportant compared to everything else that you must attend too." Fenris said before grazing their lips with his own, causing Hawke to make a small sound of surprise, then pleasure as he pressed more firmly into them, demanding a display of affection from them in return.
"Yeah, I guess…" Hawke said after Fenris had released them, the elf resigning to pressing his head against their shoulder, a quiet sigh escaping him as he settled against the champion.
"Not your fault." Fenris growled firmly, his voice muffled by the cloth of Hawke's outfit.
"Alright, alright, that tickles!" Hawke suddenly squeaked out with a sharp gruff of laughter.
"Feel better?" Fenris asked, moving away to press another kiss to the human's forehead, his hand moving over to rub soothingly into their shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess." Hawke giggled, cuddling into the elf with a smile, their hands moving to interlock with their love's, before they gasped suddenly, their eyes widening.
"What?" Fenris asked quickly, noticing Hawke stiffen, his hands freezing.
"There's ink all over the wall!" Hawke yelped.