Fic - Throndir/Ephirm + Hot Chocolate
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lady_mabme: I'm only going to spend 5 minutes writing these
also me: keeps rearranging sentences until the timer goes off, then gets distracted for another 10 minutes before coming back to finish this
For Susie/@angstcaffeine on twitter!
Throndir looked up once the crunch of boots and snow actually got close to him. His breath clouded his vision for a moment in a puff of white, but when it cleared, he saw Ephrim approaching—scarf wound tightly around his neck and blocking the lower half of his face, but hair left to the unruly fingers of the gently wind and snow.
Ephrim’s eyes caught his, and Throndir’s quite numb cheeks warmed at the glance. “It’s freezing out here,” Ephrim says once he’s close enough, though it’s muffled through the scarf.
“I’m kind of used to this weather. Mark of the Erasure, and all that.”
“Does it remind you of home?” It’s meant to be teasing, but the loss of the goblins and the elves still rings too close, even after all this time.
So Throndir sighs and avoids the question. “I’m on watch rotation. You don’t need to be out here.”
Ephrim at least has the decency to not mention that he’d been taken off rotation by Throndir, nor does he comment further on the situation. “I brought you something to drink.”
Throndir’s ears go a little warm this time, too. If he kept this up, he wouldn’t need to sit near a fire. “Oh?”
There’s a moment where he struggles, though if it’s because his arm bothers him or his coat is so bulky, Throndir isn’t sure. But Ephrim does it all without complaining or asking for help. He sets down not one, but two cups onto the bench, and upcaps a thermos filled with steaming liquid.
Ephrim drops down alongside Throndir with a huff of breath, then sets the thermos down. He picks up one cup and knocks it against the second one. “Drink up, before it gets cold.”
When Throndir doesn’t reach for it, a little too startled, Ephrim laughs and ducks his face back into his scarf.
“Rosana made it, so don’t worry.”
Throndir picks it up so quickly that some of it sloshes onto his glove, and Ephrim laughs again. “It’s not that. Thank you. It’s delicious.”
“You haven’t even had a sip yet.”
He does, wincing a little as it goes down, but true to his word, it is delicious. It spreads a dollop of warmth through his body, and the tension he didn’t even know was in his shoulders eases a bit as he takes a second, more careful, sip.
Throndir looks up and catches the amused smile on Ephrim’s face before it’s hidden once again by the scarf and his mug.
also me: keeps rearranging sentences until the timer goes off, then gets distracted for another 10 minutes before coming back to finish this
For Susie/@angstcaffeine on twitter!
Throndir looked up once the crunch of boots and snow actually got close to him. His breath clouded his vision for a moment in a puff of white, but when it cleared, he saw Ephrim approaching—scarf wound tightly around his neck and blocking the lower half of his face, but hair left to the unruly fingers of the gently wind and snow.
Ephrim’s eyes caught his, and Throndir’s quite numb cheeks warmed at the glance. “It’s freezing out here,” Ephrim says once he’s close enough, though it’s muffled through the scarf.
“I’m kind of used to this weather. Mark of the Erasure, and all that.”
“Does it remind you of home?” It’s meant to be teasing, but the loss of the goblins and the elves still rings too close, even after all this time.
So Throndir sighs and avoids the question. “I’m on watch rotation. You don’t need to be out here.”
Ephrim at least has the decency to not mention that he’d been taken off rotation by Throndir, nor does he comment further on the situation. “I brought you something to drink.”
Throndir’s ears go a little warm this time, too. If he kept this up, he wouldn’t need to sit near a fire. “Oh?”
There’s a moment where he struggles, though if it’s because his arm bothers him or his coat is so bulky, Throndir isn’t sure. But Ephrim does it all without complaining or asking for help. He sets down not one, but two cups onto the bench, and upcaps a thermos filled with steaming liquid.
Ephrim drops down alongside Throndir with a huff of breath, then sets the thermos down. He picks up one cup and knocks it against the second one. “Drink up, before it gets cold.”
When Throndir doesn’t reach for it, a little too startled, Ephrim laughs and ducks his face back into his scarf.
“Rosana made it, so don’t worry.”
Throndir picks it up so quickly that some of it sloshes onto his glove, and Ephrim laughs again. “It’s not that. Thank you. It’s delicious.”
“You haven’t even had a sip yet.”
He does, wincing a little as it goes down, but true to his word, it is delicious. It spreads a dollop of warmth through his body, and the tension he didn’t even know was in his shoulders eases a bit as he takes a second, more careful, sip.
Throndir looks up and catches the amused smile on Ephrim’s face before it’s hidden once again by the scarf and his mug.
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