Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?

[clawings]

WHO: Erik & Athessa
WHAT: Fighting bandits, bantering, etcetera
WHEN: Early Wintermarch, pre-dream times
WHERE: Ghislain?
NOTES: Violence, cursing, bonding over it. Good times.

To be honest? Erik was just glad to be doing something, something away from Kirkwall for a bit. Time to see more of the world while kicking ass and not taking names, as the case turned out to be.

Ghislain was just the place to do it. There were still the occasional bandit raiding party making trouble for the locals, and Erik and Athessa were dispatched to deal with as many of them as they could.

Athessa's horse riding lessons were possibly the most helpful thing he'd managed to learn, here; he'd have been on his ass more than once if not for her help, but for these bandits in particular they're on foot. He has a short sword on him and is thoroughly enjoying himself, thanks very much. He fights loudly, full of exclaimations and grunts; his fighting style is less on the flashy side and more about getting the brutal mess done and quickly.

They're almost back to back in this moment and Erik flashes Athessa a grin. "Sure know how to show a guy a good time." He's not even joking a little bit, he's thrilled right now.

Comments

[sulahnan]

"I dunno, how the hell didn't ya?" She teases.

[clawings]

"Too busy bein' impressed with myself, I guess." He rolls his eyes and sticks his tongue out at her. "It was pretty badass though, fightin' those guys. You're real good."

[sulahnan]

She can't blame him, she's pretty impressed with him, too. She watches him as they walk a few steps further. Admires the shape of him, his hair, the shape of his nose and his mouth.

Without preamble, she grabs him and kisses him. Her lips still curve with a smile through it, and she's almost laughing by the time she breaks away to keep walking ahead of him — still teasing. Always teasing.

"Thanks for noticing."

[clawings]

The kiss surprises him but it's easy to relax into it, let it happen for as long as she wants to. He bites her bottom lip as she pulls away but otherwise does nothing to stretch out the length of their kiss, pleased with himself (clearly) as she walks ahead of him.

And if he stares at her ass, well, he's only a man after all.

"I'll always notice you." Just in case she was worried that he wouldn't, or something. "You're very noticeable."