[Closed] Mighty of Arm

[judgemewhole]

WHO: James Norrington and Ingrid Kief
WHAT: Let the Courtship Begin
WHEN: 20th of Kingsway
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: UGH templars breeding ew.

At first James didn't really know what the letter was - it had a seal of a Mother he didn't recognize after all. He frowned at it for a long moment, tipping his head to the side, before he peered at the seal again. Then he stood straight up from his chair, tipping it over to the floor as he stared at it.

Without another word, he stepped over the chair, leaving it on the floor where it was, moving through Skyhold. Searching, hunting, for that familiar head of golden hair, the warm smile that was like the sun, and the form that was like the Maker's deadly glory put into sword and shield. When he finally did see her, all he did was lift the parchment above his head, so she could see it, and hoped that she would come to him.

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[ingrid_kief]

"Ser, it has been a pleasure meeting you, an honor to serve with you, a joy to get to know you." She took his hand and brought it gently to her lips, brushing a kiss over his knuckles.

"There is no one I would be happier to have at my side than you, James."

[judgemewhole]

He looked at her for a long moment, before tucking his hand under her chin and drawing her mouth up to his, for really there was no better answer that that. Besides, he had wanted to kiss her for ages. He just hoped she felt the same way.

Now that he had started this, however, he was glad that he had. Her lips were warm, a little chapped, but absolutely what he wanted. So he was just going to keep on kissing her.

[ingrid_kief]

The kiss wasn't quite unexpected, but it still caught her a little by surprise. She eased into it, though, sliding her arm around his waist. He was warm and solid, a reassuring presence, and a man she was happy to kiss.

"A good start to the celebrating," she said approvingly, "I think we also agreed there should be wine and apple cake, though, ja?" She glanced down at her healing wrist. "Would you like to help me bake it?"

[judgemewhole]

He cleared his throat as he pulled away flushed about the ears of the warmth of her, the press of her hands around his waist. Well, it had been ... a little while for that sort of feeling to rush through him.

"I think we did, and I think I would be delighted. May I have the honor of offering you my arm, my lady?"

[ingrid_kief]

She was a bit pink herself. After all, the last man she'd kissed had been her husband.

"I am a soldier from a farm. Not much of a lady," she laughed, a little awkwardly, as she took his arm, "But come. We will make it together. And you get to learn my family recipe."

She headed with him down toward the kitchens.
"We should start with the ingredients, flour, butter, apples, eggs, salt..."

[judgemewhole]

He gave her a warm little smile, liking that blush on her.

"Remember what I always say - what makes the lady is who the lady is, not what she wears or where she comes from. You, my own Ingrid, are the lady of my heart." He gave her a crooked smile, as he walked them towards the kitchen area.

"All right, sit down right there, and I shall get our supplies."

[ingrid_kief]

"You are getting flowery, Bärchen," she teased.

"I also said together. One of my hands is still good. Do not think you will get me to sit quietly while you do the work." For all her seeming defiance, there was laughter in her eyes.

"Have you baked before?"

[judgemewhole]

"Hmmm, perhaps I am just in the mood to be." He smirked at her, before he sighed with mock drama, then put the mixing bowl and the ingredients in front of her, along with a spoon.

"I have never, so you are going to have to help me from burning it to char."