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for nearamir.
Apr. 14th, 2023 10:27 pmThat Faramir does not much like her loft is obvious. Under normal circumstances, this would mean that he is wrong, and that he needs to suck it up or take a hike, the two obvious options. Instead, it means that she, more often than not when they plan on spending the night together, drives herself to his place.
And because sometimes, leaving after just one night seems sort of unnecessary, she usually packs up Tybolt as well. He likes to venture out onto the patio, to sit in the sun for a few glorious minutes, or to sniff on some plant or other, before returning back inside to see if he can earn himself a piece of chicken or two. He has a cat bed for travelling that, frankly, simply stays at Faramir's place at this point.
There are more signs of such a routine - some spare pieces of clothing that reside somewhere in his drawer, even though she has a tendency to borrow whatever she might need from him instead. A ring light that she needed for work, and then simply 'forgot' to take home again. Her favourite hairbrush. Lotion for Tywin, and some of her more expensive face creams.
So they are dating, to her father's disgruntlement, because there are men who would submit their companies to him for the privilege, and he is not one of them. And dating is fine, because frankly, it doesn't mean all that much. Dating is a temporary state, and even ever-encroaching habits cannot change this.
Dating is fine.
Except he went out to get some groceries while she slept in, and came back just as she had settled into the kitchen with the cat, and he tells her he brought some strawberries because she liked them so much on the stupid hike she sort of went on voluntarily for his sake. She laughs, because it's such an obviously kind gesture, and she looks at him, she wears one of his t-shirts, probably still the one she slept in, and somehow ends up not saying thanks or as you should or you are ridiculous. She looks up at him and says, "I love you."
It just came out like that.
It means you're ridiculous.
"Like you." There, day saved. Problem solved. Don't mention it.
And because sometimes, leaving after just one night seems sort of unnecessary, she usually packs up Tybolt as well. He likes to venture out onto the patio, to sit in the sun for a few glorious minutes, or to sniff on some plant or other, before returning back inside to see if he can earn himself a piece of chicken or two. He has a cat bed for travelling that, frankly, simply stays at Faramir's place at this point.
There are more signs of such a routine - some spare pieces of clothing that reside somewhere in his drawer, even though she has a tendency to borrow whatever she might need from him instead. A ring light that she needed for work, and then simply 'forgot' to take home again. Her favourite hairbrush. Lotion for Tywin, and some of her more expensive face creams.
So they are dating, to her father's disgruntlement, because there are men who would submit their companies to him for the privilege, and he is not one of them. And dating is fine, because frankly, it doesn't mean all that much. Dating is a temporary state, and even ever-encroaching habits cannot change this.
Dating is fine.
Except he went out to get some groceries while she slept in, and came back just as she had settled into the kitchen with the cat, and he tells her he brought some strawberries because she liked them so much on the stupid hike she sort of went on voluntarily for his sake. She laughs, because it's such an obviously kind gesture, and she looks at him, she wears one of his t-shirts, probably still the one she slept in, and somehow ends up not saying thanks or as you should or you are ridiculous. She looks up at him and says, "I love you."
It just came out like that.
It means you're ridiculous.
"Like you." There, day saved. Problem solved. Don't mention it.
