katiebour

It was one of those rare moments- an afternoon off without a single client to please or pleasure or titillate and for once that seemed like a marvellous thing. He'd already indulged himself with an hour long soak down in the steam room that was employee use only, dozing off in one of the marble tubs and waking delightfully languid and wrinkly. Padding back to his room clad only in a thin robe, he glanced outside at the cheerful sunshine and the gentle breeze that was stirring the bunting on the outside of the building. It seemed like the kind of day that one needed to be out of doors, and given that he had many hours to fill until the evening

General info: a Dragon Age 2 fanfic, Jethann/Chantry sister, no smut (yeah, what a waste, I know), mentions of violence. Snow is a fond memory of Jethann – one of the few from the years when his love was genuine and his work was hard without an innuendo behind it. Kirkwall hasn't been snowed in for many years, certainly not during his time here. So when his heart gives a jolt at the big fluffy flakes behind the dirty glass, he doesn't think twice about rushing outside and catching one for himself – only to have it landed against his palm in an ugly black smear. Figures, he thinks, that the snow he's finally seeing is grey and grea