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i-am-the-luckiest  asked:

96 from the ways to say I love you prompt list (for FenHawke, of course)

#96 “I brought you an umbrella.” I hope you like :)


It’s all white noise, static, the blur of rain falling pavement, drops hitting the metal of the overhang. She sits on the cold concrete of the windowsill, shoulders bent and back hunched, legs crossed. Her phone sits safely in her hands, her foot bounces in air. The clouds had swept in quickly, grey and darkness, carrying the downpour with them. It had stopped her in the middle of her walk home, forced her to seek shelter. I think the bus should be here soon. She taps the words quickly, pushes send. The message glows upon the screen, along with all the countless others they’ve sent each other. Sorry I’m late.

It’s fine. She smiles at his reply. Her messages to him were always long and rambling, one after the other, filled with whatever thought came to mind. Stupid jokes she had heard, worse ones she had thought of herself. Making up backstories for the strangers that came to the store, details of the lives she imagined for them. Questions she expects no answers for, given only to make him smile. His replies are much shorter, farther in between. Sometimes she only gets a single emoji in return. She loves them all. She knows how much he hates texting. The others were lucky to get a response. He always replies to her.

So much for a nice walk home. The world doesn’t want me to be outside today.

(◕ʖ̯◕) Sorry. Hawke snorts laughter, hides the smile with her other hand. They’ve been texting since she got off work, a constant stream of back and forth. She had told him about the sudden rain, the run to shelter, the heavenly smell of the restaurant nearby. The four leaf clover stuck in the crack of the sidewalk before her, the cracked glass of the newspaper stand and the fading numbers of the bus stop sign. All the little details of her boredom, presented to him in grand detail.

There aren’t many people out and about, choosing to hide indoors instead of braving the rain. So when she hears the sound of rain hitting cloth, the shadow of an umbrella so near to her, she can’t help but look up and away from her phone. The smile bursts out of her as she stands, slipping her phone into her pocket. With all the things she had told him, of course he would know where to find her.

“Hello you,” she says “couldn’t wait for me, hmm? Did you miss me that much?” She slips her hand into his, tilting her head upwards to look at him, that smile still on her face. She watches as Fenris looks away from her, shy and not meeting her gaze, the tips of his ears red.

“You wanted to walk and I – I brought you an umbrella,” he says, holding it out to her, folded neatly. She looks at it for a moment, then shakes her head. She moves to his side, entwines her arm with his. She leans her head against his shoulder. She doesn’t notice Fenris subtly tilt the umbrella so that it covers more of her than him. She does notice the small kiss against the crown of her head.

“Would you like to go to dinner with me?”

“Why sir, are you asking me out on a date?” Hawke asks with mock surprise, pressing a hand against her chest. He chuckles, gifting her with the smile she loves so much.

“If the lady would do me the honor,” he tells her. Hawke’s grin only grows wider.