he just noticed her hand

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Dorian, Jellyfish

Jellyfish - A thousand little stings

“Vint,” said Dorian, with misapplied pride.

“Traitor,” Fiona offered, with gloomy vehemence.

Her hands were not just diminutive, he noticed, but immaculate as well.

“Blood mage.”

“Oh, I’ve gotten that, too,” she said. Under her careful magic, the tiny paper cuts along his palm receded, numbed and pinked without puckering, along with the softly fading marks criss-crossing his fingers. She was an absolute marvel with healing. He barely felt a thing. Her concentration didn’t show, though it was evident in her voice as she continued their game.  

“Coward.”

“Good one.” Dorian chuckled. “How about-”

“This is a terrible way to pass the time,” declared Fiona.  She ran her small hands once more over Dorian’s palm, icy blue tendrils of light leaking and thinning into nothingness, and then released him. “I think this is all I can do for you.  I hope it helped.”

“Immeasurably,” he replied, flexing.  In his restored hand, she pressed a tiny pot, which he opened and sniffed with care. It smelled neither potent nor comforting, nor of anything in particular. A pale yellow mystery.  “What’s this, a balm? Tell me I’m not holding some backwoods Southern recipe made of mushrooms and bear fat.”

“Beeswax.  For the tips of your fingers,” Fiona sighed. “If you intend to continue your studies with such enthusiasm, the wax will help you turn pages faster, and with fewer injuries.”

He capped the pot and gave her a smile, one that he relied upon for gratitude and apologies in equal measure.  Allowing himself some immodesty, it was an effective smile.  But she didn’t return it.  In fact, as he studied her face, he could not remember having seen so much as a smirk from her in all their time at Skyhold.

“Dorian, your last insult, what was it?”

The corners of his mouth fell, just a fraction. He hadn’t the strength to lie, to conjure brightness.  Perhaps she’d taken that in her ministrations, as she took his pain.  Most of it, at any rate.

“Disappointment.  It was the only thing that came to mind,” he said. “Though, according to the rules it wouldn’t have counted, and I would have lost the game.”

Fiona did smile then, a thing fit for weeping, and went to the railing that circumnavigated the library.  She clutched it lightly in her hands. Such small hands.

“Is the hurt lesser or greater for being unspoken? I can’t tell.” She looked up at the dust motes and dark, downy feathers drifting in the tower. “But no, as you say, it’s not technically an insult.”

Dorian held the little pot of wax tighter, and sparks of stubborn pain returned to his cuts.

“My dear Grand Enchanter, technicalities are everything.”

So there I was rewatching my Kabby playlist on YouTube (because I miss them and yeah) and I realized MARCUS CLEARLY HAS HIS HAND OVER ABBY’S

AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT NEVER REALIZED/CAUGHT ON TO THE FACT THAT HE IS REASSURING HER AS THEY PLUMMET TO EARTH?!

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENS BETWEEN THE TIME THAT HE FINDS HER IN THAT AIRLOCK AND THESE SCENES HOW DID THEY GET HERE

HIS HAND. ON HER HAND. I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING.

But how much time did Gendry spend analysing Arya’s hands?He isn’t that kind of guy that refers to anybody’s hands as ‘soft little things’ on a daily basis. Did he get to hold her hand at some point and noticed how small and soft they were in comparation with his? Did he just notice her hands a lot and wanted to hold them to see if they are as soft as they look? Why did he pay attention to her hands in detail, anyway?

I need answers! 

Ladybug bit her lip, her eyebrows furrowing. Adrien’s absolutely crestfallen expression told her what he was to nice to say out loud.

She took her hand away from his windowsill, walking back over to him. “I’m sorry it has to be this way,” she said softly, restraining herself from touching him. He noticed the way her hand lifted just the slightest bit.

“I don’t understand,” he said, tearing his eyes away from her hand. “We both love each other. We can trust each other with who we really are.” He paused, and his lips pursed. “Or at least, I can trust you.”

“Adrien,” she sighed, running her hand through her hair. “You know it’s not like that. I can’t even tell my parents that I’m Ladybug.”

Despite the fact that he didn’t like it, he knew it was true. “I’m just…” He trailed off, and he dared to touch a tentative hand to her cheek. She let him. “I’m just selfish. I want to know who the girl I fell in love with is behind that mask.”

She felt her heart clench and her stomach fill with butterflies, and she couldn’t at all resist touching him - not when he had said such a thing. Placing her hand on top of his, she made a decision that wasn’t at all rational, but better than revealing her identity.

“Close your eyes,” she said, and he obeyed without question. “Keep them closed, no matter what.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What are you-”

She let go of her transformation, and pink light filled the room before fading back to its original midnight darkness.

“L-Ladybug!” he stuttered, backing away from her in surprise. His eyes were still closed. Marinette breathed a sigh of relief.

She took his hand. He gasped, his hand immediately grasping her bare skin. Slowly, his hand travelled up her arm, feeling her clothes and not her bodysuit, until he reached her face, where he lightly brushed his fingers over where her mask would’ve been. A rush of emotions enveloped Marinette and she tried not to let any of them show.

“I can’t tell you my name, but I can tell you that the girl behind the mask loves you too.”

And then she kissed him. Soft sweet, and quick. When she pulled away, he leaned toward her, silently begging for more.

But she didn’t give him more because she thought she might melt if she did, so she whispered for Tikki to transform her.

Adrien opened his eyes, and he saw her leave through the window, giving him one last smile before she was gone.

Plagg emerged from his hiding place, staring at Adrien’s positively love struck expression. “Dude, you are totally wrapped around her finger.”

Blinking, Adrien regained his senses, touching a finger to his lips. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”