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She watched him stur gently in his sleep. It was the one few times she ever truly saw him at peace. She watched the rise and fall of his bare chest, red silk sheets pulled to his mid rise. She watched the barely present batting of his blonde lashes against his paling skin. Her hand drew closer to his face inching above the wear and tear, the bags darkening day by day. His face had hollowed greatly in the years she had known him, and she feared that she would not recognise him in the years to pass if it continued on this way.
Her fingers delicately moved a stray hair of strawberry blonde from his forehead, her face soon following to plant a chaste kiss on the skin there. Soft brown eyes blinked open with a drowsiness at the contact, a small smile ebbing his features as he woke.
" Hello, love. " He mumbled as he brushed his mouth against the woman's cheek. She hummed in content before meeting his lips. He brought his hand up to play in the soft cropped ink black mop of hair, pulling away to drink in his love's features.
The years had also taken a toll on her; he wondered how much of that had to do with him. Her eyes were duller now, the flashy colbat blue didn't hold the same snark in it as it did on their first meeting in the sewers of Kirkwall. She didn't smirk or joke or poke fun as she used to, she'd grown tired. She had mellowed with age and the stress of a title forced upon her. She was beautiful still. She would always be beautiful to him.
The one shining light in Kirkwall.
" I didn't mean to wake you." She lay her head upon his chest and whispered to the skin. She listened to the familiar beat of his heart, comforted by the sound of their beats melding into one. His hand stayed in her hair, tussling it delicately as the candle light flicked and her eyes pulled closed.