pullmeoutalive | I wish for long, lingering glances--

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I wish for long, lingering glances--

[ Noire... might be a bit grumpy, today-- not quite screeching her ire to the heavens (yet), but not in the best of moods, either. Recovering from Haven meant multiple things... waking up in a cold sweat from a nightmare where the content had increased in variety, having to force herself to eat more to make up for all the weight she'd lost, taking longer to recover from battles... some scars still remained, refusing to let her forget.

But there was also Morgan, the Morgan she'd sworn herself to, and that never fails to make the dreary bits better. She could do with that reminder right now, though, as she sits and works furiously at sharpening yet another arrow. It's tedious work and she's starting to get a headache, but it's something that has to be done. Even if she had slept poorly. ]

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[ It's not hard to find Noire; the furious grinding of her arrows would have made it harder to not find her. Morgan peeks his head in with a lollipop stick poking from his mouth. Ever since returning to civilization, he's shown his appreciation for fresh food in an almost frightening fashion. In a just world, he would be getting softer and rounder -- but in this unfair reality, he's only gotten healthier and stronger in the usual way of growing boys.

Sensing the odd mood in the air, he pauses. He didn't get to spend much time with Noire last evening, caught as he was in the embrace of a good book and then claimed prematurely (but also predictably) by sleep. The dangers of material comforts... though it seems luxury didn't aid Noire nearly so much.

He hangs half-hidden by the entrance, uncertain if he should come in. Maybe she wants to be alone? ]

... Noire?

[ Noire jerks a little in surprise, not even noticing Morgan's entrance or general proximity until he speaks up. Considering she's only become more aware of someone sneaking up on her (or approaching normally) since her time at Haven, it may seem a bit strange.

Grouchy as she is, though, she still manages a faint smile for him, resting the arrow and the flint in her lap. ]

What is it, Morgan?

[ Aw. Even her weak smiles are lovable. Noire being tired isn't exactly a new thing, so he doesn't fuss -- just lets himself in, a small pouch in hand, and plops a seat next to her. ]

Look at what I got! A peddler wandered past the road, and I was able to snag a few of these before Gaius could clean the guy out.

[ Which means, of course, that the pouch contains candy. Such candy!! He deposits it on Noire's leg for her perusal. ]

... It's impressive that you actually managed to get this many. [ Considering Gaius, even. Noire examines the brightly-colored treats, drawing one hand to her chin in thought. ] But I think you should eat them before he finds out.

Gaius wouldn't swipe 'em from me! ... I think. But I suppose it would behoove me to eat these in private, just in case.

[ As fun as it might be to get into a candy-stealing war with Gaius... fun and lethal, maybe. He looks at Noire and her less than stellar posture, then nudges her gently. ]

You're free to help yourself, though. You look like you could use a pick-me-up.

Mm, I'm all right. I'm not really hungry.

[ Well, she'd never eaten all that much, anyway. And it's true that she still doesn't have much of an appetite, although half of it may be due to her getting back to arrowhead-scraping. ]

But you do look plenty tired.

[ He leans against her, offering a shoulder. ]

Bad night of sleep?

[ Considering how quickly she slumps-- ]

I couldn't fall asleep, and when I did, it was all nightmares... about turning against everyone, and monsters, and you disappearing...

[ So it was about a standard night for Noire... It's always amazing that she functions as well as she does, all things considered. ]

Have you ever thought about the medicinal route? If we've got concoctions to heal swords to the knee and third degree burns, there must be something out there for sleep.

I've tried, but Mother used to take all of those ingredients and mix them into her hexes, so...

[ THANKS, MOM. ]

[ ... Tharja. Tharja...

He'll have to look into alternative sources later. For now, he snuggles his cheek into her hair. ]

Then promise you'll visit me the next time you have trouble sleeping.

But what if I woke you up?

[ She wants to snuggle with him-- but first she has to fret, apparently. ]

Heh. Then I'd tuck you in with me and nod right back off! Besides, what man could complain about waking up to a beautiful woman?

[ He punctuates that statement with a convenient kiss to the side of her head. Give in, Noire...! ]

M-Morgan, honestly...

[ But he might feel some of that tension start to leak out of her. She's weakening! ]

[ He laughs, feeling it. One would think she'd have gained a resistance to his cornball statements by now, but one would apparently be wrong. He finally takes the lollipop stick out of his mouth, clean of candy, and sets it aside. ]

Is that a promise?

[ Sadly, no. Her biggest fear still ties at being left alone and her mother, and her biggest weakness is still Morgan. ]

... You're incorrigible.

[ Well, he won't force her to come to him... but if nothing changes, she shouldn't be too surprised if he starts making her bed his own in the near future. ]

Call it a Morgan trait. In any case, why don't you take a little break? You'll feel better, and I can help you knock out some of those arrows later to make up for lost time.

I... well, if it's for a short while, maybe it couldn't hurt.

[ Okay, she'll set aside the sharp objects. ]

There you go.

[ He brightens and puts aside his candy pouch as well before reaching for one of her hands. ]

Though I juuust might have been scheming to get your undivided attention.

Eh? ... But that seemed like a really honest scheme.

[ And she's brave enough now to slowly lift his hand to her lips to kiss his fingers. ]

[ He softens at the gesture, some of his ever-present energy melting away. ]

The best schemes benefit everyone involved! If I can help you out a little while having you all to myself... [ He presses a kiss to her cheek. ]

Then we really both do benefit from it. [ A softer, fond smile. ] I always enjoy spending time with you, after all.

That's good news, because I plan on spending time with you until we're old and gray! ... And after we're old and gray too, of course.

[ Just to be clear. Not ditching her the moment she starts getting a little wrinkly. ]

That's... also how a marriage works, isn't it?

[ EXCEPT SHE'S SAYING THIS REALLY SHYLY. ]

[ IT'S OKAY HE'S SAYING THIS REALLY UNSHYLY. ]

As far as I know! I figured we'd probably get married someday along the road.

[ Just seemed like common sense. ]

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