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admdmrtn · 3 years

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25 (Holi)Days of Wayhaven

DAY 11 - MYTH

pairing | adam x f!detective (edith oshiro) word count | 1090 words warnings | none summary | The brown in them stares back at him, patient, as if waiting for him to remember - to remember her. And try hard as he might, even when he’s done all that he could to ignore, dismiss and erase it, he could never forget her, for so it seems that Edith has always been there, entwined in his heart strings, weaving like she does the silk.

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Her body moves gracefully on the silks, fluid in her motion, precise in her execution - a perfected performance.

Void of any distinct emotion, Edith has her eyes closed and her expression calm as she maneuvers herself easily on the light green hammock in accordance to a memorised choreography, the music playing softly in the background. Twisting and turning, and despite being binded, there is liberation in her movements in which the material complies harmoniously as an extension to her being, her limbs working with the restraints rather than giving in to its limitation, thus leaving in its wake an enchanting aerial display.

Adam leans against the doorframe, arms folded and absolutely charmed with the way the detective is able to contort her body so gracefully. His eyebrows shoot up slightly when he watches her do a five feet knee drop before she extends her legs in opposite directions, achieving a split almost effortlessly in mid-air. Edith has more often than not showcased exemplary prowess in combat, and Adam no longer has as much doubt in her capabilities as before, especially not after she’s proven herself through several of their missions. But watching her indulge in a different form of conditioning brings forth an entirely new array of emotions; a mixed bag of wonderment, and awe, and oddly enough, nostalgia.

The song restarts itself - it having been put on loop so that there is no need for Edith to play it again manually each time it finishes - and it’s in that moment that Adam notices the lyrics, the meanings, and the haunting melody that’s encoated along with them.

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.

Observing her as she begins the routine all over from the beginning, Adam’s focus trains in on the song. He’s not one to listen to the words in a song usually; in fact, he’d rather music without words entirely. But there’s something about this particular track that just trickles fuel to a slow flame of realization - a pot of emotions that’s been brewing for a short while now.

I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.

Upon reopening her eyes, Edith catches sight of Adam almost instantly. She maintains eye contact despite spinning flawlessly in the air, slowly, before she offers him a knowing smile. He ponders briefly what knowledge lies behind those lips, and spares a second if he’d ever brave himself one day to venture beyond them and find out.

And I know it’s true that visions are seldom what they seem. But if I know you—

Edith nods at him, though he is uncertain if she’s merely acknowledging him or beckoning him towards her. Regardless, his feet move instinctively, reacting without question to her siren call. Like a puppet on a string, there is no denying the pull that Adam feels in the space between himself and her, so much so that he can almost hear the begging amidst their silent conversation for that very space to disappear.

I know what you’ll do.

It’s all vaguely similar to him, the act of taking these steps towards her. As though embedded into muscle memory, Adam’s reminded of a far away recollection - whether it be of stories about seeking answers from a fairy queen, the reminiscence of striding into the manor parlour before greeting esteemed guests, or perhaps the distant wishful thinking of walking down the aisle. Whatever it is, it feels right. And his heart, even as it thumps away like a band of marching soldiers, is at the ready in anticipation. In recognition.

You’ll love me at once—

Standing before Edith who hangs upside down, Adam reaches out to steady the hammock, his eyes never leaving hers. The brown in them stares back at him, patient, as if waiting for him to remember - to remember her. And try hard as he might, even when he’s done all that he could to ignore, dismiss and erase it, he could never forget her, for so it seems that Edith has always been there, entwined in his heart strings, weaving like she does the silk.

The way you did once upon a dream..

During the times of Classical Greece, Aristophanes, in echo of his friend Plato, once said, “When a person meets the half that is his very own, something wonderful happens: the two are struck from their sense by love, by a sense of belonging to one another, and by desire, and they don’t want to be separated from one another, not even for a moment.”

All throughout his life - both mortal and immortal - Adam has struggled to decide whether he was agreeable to such a claim. When he was younger, once upon a bedtime story, his mother had always made sure to remind him that one day, in the near future, he’ll meet someone who would undoubtedly make him understand - make him see that the myth isn’t a mere myth. And in those younger days, he was more susceptible to believing her words, occasionally meeting with a stranger whenever they visited in his dreams.

As a young knight however, he began spending too much time in the company of pleasure to consider the idea of monogamy; of dedicating himself to only one person. At the time, marriage and courtly love were two complete dichotomies anyway - where neither one could indefinitely put a stop on the other. “So why bother?”, his greedy self had asked arrogantly. And it was only after he was turned that things were put into perspective, one in which he remains unsure if he regrets or is relieved by. If there was anything, he was at least certain that the idea of having someone accepting him wholeheartedly as his other half vanished entirely. Or almost entirely.

He wasn’t sure exactly what it was that he felt when he, along with the rest of Unit Bravo, encountered Edith for the first time outside the abandoned warehouse. He didn’t notice it then, but when she pulled the trigger and shot him in the shoulder, it wasn’t anger or hatred that settled deep in his guts, no. Rather, it was as if his entire body heaved a long sigh of relief, exhaling a breath that’s been held in for far too long. Even as he bandaged himself later that night, it was attraction that fluttered in his chest instead of repulsion; and it was the first time in a millennia that he'd heard his mother’s voice again.

“You’ll know when.”

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#25hwh #25 (holi)days of wayhaven #twc fic #the wayhaven chronicles #commission #a du mortain #detective edith oshiro #edam #long post

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ooh also 18 🤩

CHRISHHAAAAAAA!!!!! here's one out of the many asks KJHDFSJDHFSKDJFH i’ll slowly get these done but thank you so much for sending them in 👉👈🥺 i hope you like this!!

18. kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap

“Must it be you?”

Adam doesn’t quite comprehend - Edith has mentioned one too many times how, in her own words, “sketchy” Bobby Marks is, how he’s turned around to stab her in the back at every opportunity presented to him, and how irreparable their friendship has become since their falling out in university. And even though he’s only met the reporter a few times - not once at all did he bother to interact - Adam’s found that those claims deem true more than they do false.

So why, pray tell, is it that Edith has agreed to a dinner with the very vermin himself?

“Detective Lin would have been just as competent a candidate,” he mutters to himself, folding his arms before sighing in realization at how pathetic he sounds. He’s doing it again; since becoming intimate with Edith, things have … changed, to say the least.

Though, admittedly, things have changed in the best of ways.

Walking out from behind the false wall partition at the back of her bedroom, Edith opens the door that leads out to the front part of her apartment and tosses a pair of flats over. Adam can’t help but notice how the lilac of her wrap dress compliments the colour of her skin, and he is physically incapable of resisting drawing his eyes over the length of her body, marveling at the elegance she radiates with every move made.

Meanwhile, Edith gathers her hair up at the top of her head, looking around the room briefly as she does so, before asking, “have you seen my hair clip?”

Adam twists around where he’s sat at her vanity and spots the pink accessory - its vibrant colour pale and muted, evidence of its frequent use. Making a mental note that it would benefit to get a new one for her, perhaps something more long lasting in quality, he picks it up and waves it in her direction.

“Thanks.”

Before he’s able to return her gratitude, Edith makes a move to sit on Adam’s lap, her expression completely nonchalant except for the ghost of a small smirk that dances on the corners of her lips. She styles her hair in silence, concentration fully trained on herself through the mirror, as if sitting on his lap is part of a routine they’ve always done.

To be fair, and contrary to his shocked reaction, Adam isn’t actually opposed to the idea at all. Having her in this way, positively forward without being even one bit overbearing, he continuously finds himself wrong about every presumption he’s made before.

Edith… She’s truly a special one; as though she has a book of secret codes, she’s somehow aware of all the combinations to the buttons he has, aware of which ones to press and in which order so to produce an outcome that is both new and uncharted for him, yet only just teasing at the limits of his comfort zone.

His arms move on their own, snaking around her waist and pulling her a little closer to him. As she thoroughly inspects her hairdo, turning left and right and back again, Edith catches his eyes, her own pair glimmering bright and reminding him of iron ore in its most organic form. Resilient. Genuine. Raw.

Exactly like her.

Exactly like her love.

“It was the mayor’s idea.”

Edith’s voice breaks through his rumination, holding his gaze through the mirror. She reaches for her jewellery box, pulling a few studded earrings and begins to adorn them.

Adam rests his chin on her shoulder, rolling his eyes slightly as he continues to watch her. “I was informed.”

“Then you see why I couldn’t say no.”

He does, but that doesn’t help ease the idea of her having to dine for an hour or so with Bobby Marks. The image of them chatting away in a restaurant, sitting across from each other, is one he could do without having to experience for another 900 years - or at all if possible. But he supposes he understands why the dinner must be done.

Gossip through the grapevine has been brought to attention that Marks has succeeded in rallying supporters through his articles and that consequently means unwanted attention onto the Wayhaven Police Department that not only the Agency cannot afford, but apparently the Mayor as well. This meeting Edith’s going to is set up with the intent to find out more about what he plans to do with such a considerable number of following.

A sigh escapes from him - Adam looks back at Edith from where his gaze has dropped momentarily and decides he’ll just have to tolerate the tattler for one night. Besides, he plans to keep within hearing distance, to remain at the ready to retrieve Edith out of the situation if Marks so says one thing out of line.

“You look beautiful,” he comments sincerely in an attempt to wave away his concerns about the upcoming meet, and like a blossom, Edith’s smile blooms gracefully across her features; Adam finds himself taken by her sophisticated simplicity.

Still smiling, Edith leans forward to grab a necklace. “Can you put this on for me?” She asks him, giving him a side glance this time instead of meeting his eyes through the mirror. “Please don’t break it,” she adds in jest when he takes the jewellery from her dainty fingers.

He chuckles. Working the clasp, Adam lays it gingerly around her neck before fastening it. He sees the way her skin responds to his fingers, goosebumps rising in their wake, herself shivering slightly under his touch. When he’s done, he spreads his hands along the length of her shoulders and kneads them gently; Edith moans softly, the sound of it absolutely delightful to his ears.

Moving down her arms, he interlocks his fingers with hers right as he begins to pepper soft kisses on her back, each one pressed harder than the previous, trailing them from her shoulder blades, to the crook of her neck, and up it. With her eyes closed, Edith tilts her head to the side to allow him more access, her moans almost an endless melody; a particularly loud one hums in her throat when he reaches the sweet spot behind her ear.

She leans into him, sighing in content. “I have to leave soon,” she whispers, though the tone in her voice portrays anything else but the urgency of her statement. Adam echoes her sigh - but his is more in minor annoyance that she’s got to go already.

Edith stands up and grabs her purse from her bed, and instantly Adam misses the weight of her against him. He tries to hide it as he follows her to the front door where she’s putting on her shoes; he holds out his hand out of reflexes and she takes them even though Edith’s perfectly balanced on one foot.

“Remind me again why Detective Lin is incapable of taking your place?” Adam asks, his curiosity piqued once again.

“She’s busy tonight.”

“With what exactly?”

“Mason.”

Adam huffs as Edith lets go of his hand and opens the door, but he grabs at her elbow before she can step out. She turns to look at him, glancing at his hand and then back to his face.

“If averting this dinner can be done by busying ourselves, you need only ask.”

A wide smile grows slowly across Edith’s features, astonishment clear as day in her expression. The lack of her immediate response tells him that she’s internally debating on it, and as surprising as it may be, he finds himself mildly disappointed when she shakes her head.

“I have to do this, Adam,” she says before moving closer to him, standing on her toes and giving him a small kiss on his cheek. After a moment’s hesitation however, she leans nearer to his ear and whispers, “but maybe after dinner.”

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a huuuugge thank you to @porcelean-art for this commission of edith 👉👈🥺 i love it so much AAAHHH

#detective edith oshiro #the wayhaven chronicles #twc art #twc detective #commission

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7 with your edith & adam! <3

this took way too long for me to finish i’m so sorry!!!!! AHHHHH thank you for sending one in though! ❤️

7. routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing alt. title: the food is too salty, you must be in love

“—an absolute idiot!”

Adam winces visibly at the sound of loud slamming against what hopefully is merely the countertop before wondering momentarily if he should intervene lest someone gets hurt.

He sighs afterwards, recalling how simply stupid he’s been to have stood outside the apartment for the past few minutes - a duffel bag full of both her and his clothes combined hanging on one shoulder - just trying to work out a good enough clarification for his visit to inform Edith’s unexpected guest whilst also listening to said guest’s disastrous date tales from tonight. From what he had gathered so far, it seems that Officer Poname has had to cut her dinner plans short due to the impeccable stupidity of her evening’s companion and had since decided to come straight to her friend’s home for a venting session.

Unbeknownst to her however was the fact that he and Edith have plans of their own too.

“It doesn’t take a bloody cop to know the difference between dried wine stains and fresh lipstick marks!” Tina groans. When she speaks again, her voice is muffled, possibly from having her face in her hands. “I’ve never wanted to strangle a man—”

“Tina.”

“—hypothetically strangle a man,” the distressed officer corrects herself quickly. “You get what I mean, though.”

“I do,” Edith assures her friend. “Honestly, it’s good he messed up now,” she continues, “saves you the time.”

Tina huffs in resignation before clicking her tongue. “Yeah, I guess,” she finally concedes, a lot calmer than previously.

“And money.”

“Now that,” Tina snorts. “That’s very true— y’know I almost got a Brazilian today?”

As she yarns a new story, Adam focuses his attention onto Edith’s sporadic hums - her verbal cue to let her friend know that she’s listening. He hears the soft beating of her heart, thumping rhythmically in the background like a ritual drum, and smiles lazily to himself.

Ever since their first meeting, it’s not her brilliance in combat or scientific matters that has continuously impressed him. Instead, it’s been Edith’s natural ability to see the silver lining in most things. As stoic and blunt as she may be, she is still undoubtedly one of the most positive persons he’s met; always so full of hope even if she doesn’t express them as openly as others. And Adam’s been left in awe numerous times whenever he sees her work it on someone, even more so when she works it on him.

Before he realizes it, Adam lifts a hand and knocks on the front door. Almost instantly, a shout in reply comes back.

“No one home!”

“Tina,” Edith chuckles.

“Worth a shot,” her friend says dismissively before shouting to the door again, and Adam does all he can this time not to grimace. “One second!”

Amidst the leftover ringing in his ears from her loud, sonorous voice, the locks on the door click before swinging open just as hastily. Tina peers from the inside, her mouth open as if ready for another booming statement but upon noticing who it is before her, it’s left hanging from slight shock.

“Officer Poname,” he greets first.

“Oh!” She exclaims. “Adam, er, sir agent—”

“Commanding Agent,” Edith calls from the kitchen. Adam’s gaze snaps over to where her back is facing them, and he forgets briefly that there was ever someone else in the same vicinity.

“Right, Commanding Agent Adam du Mortain, sir, yes,” Tina grins, winking and clearly having too much fun. “Come on in! Are you here for business or pleasure?”

Adam’s eyes widen for a split second and he quickly recomposes himself, clearing his throat when he replies, as coolly as he can, “just business.”

Edith hums softly, meant only for him to hear; they both know that’s a lie.

Tina raises an eyebrow as she watches him remove his shoes, a habit that’s slowly come to form from the numerous times he’s been over, but she remains quiet before motioning him to follow her.

While walking into the kitchen, he explains to the two ladies present, hoping to sound casual. “Agent Oshiro had instructed that I return the Detective’s belongings,” he says too simply. “From the last time she had visited the Big City Headquarters, that is.”

“Did she now?” Edith asks, eyes not straying away from the vegetables she’s cutting. The slight uplift at the corners of her mouth tells him that she is not convinced - as she should, considering the blatant lie Adam had just pulled out of thin air.

He watches her, comfortable in the kitchen, composed and confident as always. When no attempts are made to further the conversation, Tina claps her hands together, eyes swinging back and forth from Edith to Adam.

“Well,” she announces, “I’ll be in the wee girl’s room if anyone needs me. Or not.” She finger guns to them both, walking backwards before spinning on her heel and skipping away.

Adam barely hears the bathroom door slamming shut even though it’s done so with more force than necessary; he’s much too keen to get closer to Edith. Moving to set the bag down on the island, he then silently makes his way to stand behind her, his hands finding their favourite place on her waist. He leans down right as she tilts her head sideways towards him, offering him her cheek.

He complies without question nor hesitation, pressing his lips onto her soft skin before dragging damn slowly to the little spot just under her ear. Another favourite.

“I’m sorry about Tina,” Edith says, now gently sliding the chopped peppers off the cutting board and into the pot; Adam wrinkles his nose at the pungent smell of it. “I didn’t know she’d come over tonight.”

“A minor complication,” Adam replies, fingers still firm on her, his thumbs carefully kneading into her side while he remains nuzzled into the crook of her neck. Really, all he ever wants tonight is to keep staying this close to Edith - if not closer. But the thought of getting caught by their sneaking guest nags at the back of his head, and he contemplates letting go.

Still, his plans go to foil when he feels Edith leaning into him. When she turns her head to look at him over his shoulder, Adam does nothing to stop himself from meeting her lips with his own.

He sighs, deepening the kiss almost immediately, lifting a hand so that he can hold the side of her face. All these years, of all the things he’s slowly come to accept, Adam has tried over and over to experience once again the pleasure of getting even the slightest bit tipsy; one wine glass after the other, he never would’ve thought that when he does eventually find himself high on intoxication, it’d be off the taste of Edith’s lips. When she moans into him, Adam’s hold on her tightens, wanting nothing more to keep drinking every bit of her.

But then the toilet flushes, the sound making the both of them break apart.

Edith sighs as she turns back to the pot of stew she’s brewing - Tina’s choice. At the same time, Adam glances quickly to the bathroom door as it opens and takes a step back out of caution before whispering. “I’ll be back.”

She looks at him again, unresolved desire looming in the depths of her dark eyes.

“And I’ll be waiting.”

Adam makes quick work to leave, merely explaining that he’s needed somewhere else to Tina when she asks. After he’s gone and Tina’s locked the front door, she sits on the island again, eyeing the duffel bag suspiciously.

“That was nice of him to drop by,” she starts, clasping her hand together on the counter and smiles knowingly to her friend.

“It’s been long overdue,” Edith waves it off with one hand, the other busy scooping stew into bowls. “He must have been tired of me whining about not having time to get my clothes back.”

Tina hums, dragging it like an exaggerated detective would before they bust a culprit. “Huh,” she nods, “so was he also tired of you whining about not making out with him or..?”

A big smile stretches itself across Edith’s lips, and she sticks her tongue in her cheek, shaking her head. Carrying over two full bowls of spicy kimchi stew, she throws a look to Tina. “Shut up or no food for you,” she threatens mockingly.

“No, please,” Tina pouts, “I need the food, I’m starved.”

Rolling her eyes, Edith settles into a stool across the island.

“But really though,” her friend persists. “Impulsive is a good look on you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Edith brushes it off as she brings a spoonful of stew to her mouth, blowing at it lightly and then carefully tastes it. The startling saltiness makes her blech, and she makes a face while trying to swallow the hot food. “Weird,” she mutters. “I usually have the recipe down—”

She’s interrupted by Tina chuckling; when Edith glances over, she sees her friend with her own spoon raised. “Das essen ist versalzen, du bist verliebt,” she winks before eating another mouthful of stew - it being spicy, hot or salty not concerning her one bit. “Explains a lot.”

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hi edith :-) how are things with nate?

That’s a loaded question, she thinks to herself. Thankfully, no one’s in the office with her to demand for an answer immediately, so she decides to take her time to mull it over.

Edith leans back, looking outside to where the caramel hues of the sun embraces all that they come into contact with, creating shadows that cast along the streets in a warm bronze glow, reminding her aptly of a certain vampire’s eyes.

She sighs, tearing her eyes away. She grabs a stress ball from her desk and tosses it into the air; while it defeats the purpose of the object, throwing and catching it has always been the better remedy at distracting Edith rather than merely squeezing it.

Stop digressing.

She’s unsure of this ... love triangle that she seems to have found herself entangled in. On one hand, things with Nate are always easy. Comfortable. And Edith knows she can rely on him to communicate his feelings openly, which in turn encourages her to do the same as well. There is no reason whatsoever to feel insecure whenever she’s with Nate, and there’s just something about him that lets her be at ease. Not to mention their multiple shared hobbies and likings - which definitely helps them in their process of enjoying each other’s company.

And yet.

Edith catches the stress ball, her arms outstretched far above her head. Biting the insides of her cheeks, she squeezes it hard till she can barely feel her fingers.

She knows deep down that it would be a lot less complicated if she can just give her entire heart to him. Besides, Nate has already declared how he feels towards her; but they remain at a standstill, and it’s all on her to make that next move.

Another sigh escapes her lips as she closes her eyes, bringing her arm down. Maybe she might - maybe she might accept his confession. Perhaps, it’s the right thing to do. If anything, Edith feels massively guilty for constantly thwarting away his advances and she knows that it’s only a matter of time before she has to stop dragging him along, leading him on, and decide.

But then again, it’s in the fact that Edith is taking so long to make up her mind that elucidates the bigger problem. The other side of the story, if you will. One that involves a broody leader.

She sits upright in her chair, both hands fiddling on the stress ball now.

See, while Edith is much more similar to Nate in terms of taste, what she feels towards him is a stronger platonic connection rather than a romantic one. True, that the best of love stories buds from a solid rooted friendship, but it seems to Edith that this may be an anomaly. Because whenever she tries to think of Nate in that regard, the image rarely stays for long and it’s Adam who takes his place in replacement eventually. With him, there’s an attraction that Edith simply cannot explain - cannot do anything else but to feel - and it compels her to do almost anything to continue delaying the progression between her and Nate’s relationship.

Well, that’s your answer, isn’t it?

“No,” she whispers to herself.

There’s your answer.

“No-”

“E.D.?”

A different voice calls to her, coming from the front of the station rather than inside her head. The door to her office creeks softly as it opens, and not a second later, Edith’s eyes meet brown, mirroring the glaze that blankets the world outside.

Truly, it feels like the universe has prompted the answer all along - and now, he’s literally standing right before her.

But Edith can’t help it when her chest tightens, disappointment settling deep within her very being. She can’t help it when the realisation washes over her as though she hadn’t already knew about it all this time.

As her eyes lock into Nate’s adoring gaze, Edith feels nothing except guilt alone while her answer repeats itself over and over in her mind.

I choose Adam.

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hi alicia! please can we have 16 with edith and adam for the kiss prompts? ❤️

Thank you for sending an ask!!! I’m a little slow at writing these prompts but I hope you enjoy them!!

16. when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/ forehead

“You don’t have to be—” A sneeze escapes Edith before she continues, sniffling slightly, “—here.”

She doesn’t get sick easily, but every month her body somehow loses all its resistance to the wrath of the devil’s waterfall; it’s an absolute curse, one that she wishes could be cured simply by popping a bloody pill or two so she can get on with her tasks.

She adjusts the blanket that wraps her shoulders as she fidgets in the high stool, her laptop left open on the island as she peers over to look at the man on the other side of it. Seeing him at such ease in her apartment is a sight she’d never thought she may experience, and yet there it is. It’s still something that bewilders her from time to time, but mostly, Edith’s incredibly content at how their relationship has progressed since their first official meeting.

“No,” Adam replies, turning around from inspecting her fridge. His eyes land on her and soften. “But I want to be.”

He strides around the kitchen island to where she’s sitting and takes her face in his hands, his thumbs gingerly caressing her cheeks as he bends down slightly to be closer to her. In normal circumstances, Edith would undoubtedly turn red under his mere touch alone - and that is already without the close proximity of him, in which allows her to be completely devoured by the ferocity of his eyes. But instead she scrunches up her face, closing her eyes and pouting slightly.

“I know I must smell weird to you,” she comments as an excuse, sighing wearily. “Weirder,” she corrects herself after.

Edith hears him chuckle, low and deep; enough to wake butterflies in her stomach. With his thumbs still stroking her face gently, she feels his lips on the tips of her nose. “I have no issues.”

Peeping her eyes open - one first, then the other - her gaze is instantly drawn to the appearance of Adam’s dimples, courtesy of him smiling softly at her. She reaches out to him, poking into the indents playfully in the comfortable silence. Adam watches her with his eyebrows raised in amusement.

However, the moment is cut short when Edith feels a sudden itch rising within her, and she reflexively pushes him away while swiveling in her high stool before sneezing loudly, her eyes snapping shut.

“I guess it’s a good thing that you can’t get sick,” she attempts to lighten the mood, though the groan she lets out right after speaks otherwise. Edith remains facing away from Adam, feeling so much more horrible as she did before, fatigue flooding over her in waves.

She doesn’t see the corners of Adam’s lips twitching upwards as he moves to hug her midriff from behind, planting a small peck on her temple when she leans into him in automatic response.

“Perhaps you should rest in bed for a while,” he suggests. Edith looks up at him, pouting slightly in quiet protest, and Adam knows that she wishes to continue with her work despite feeling unwell. He shakes his head. “You will be better fit to work after some recuperation, Edith,” he insists.

“Fine.”

Upon hearing her resignation, Adam silently lifts one of her arms and places it over his shoulder before he bends down further to grab the back of her knees. In one easy motion, he carries Edith in his arms bridal style before walking to her room.

Oddly enough, this isn’t the first time he’s carried her in such a manner. Once, when she had sprained her ankle during training, way before either one of them had even confronted their feelings for each other, Adam took no hesitation to gather Edith in his arms the second she cried out in pain and brought her to the infirmary. She chuckles against his chest, and opens her mouth to say something about the memory but then closes it and pinches her nose quickly when she feels yet another sneeze bubbling to escape.

All too soon however, Adam crosses the threshold into her bedroom and lays her down on her bed. Without his arms around her, Edith feels strange and empty - naked - almost immediately longing to be in his embrace again. As he kneels by her side, pulling the blanket up to her chin, she decides to ask, “will you stay?”

“Only if you wish it.”

His reply comes so effortlessly, almost thoughtlessly even, that it makes Edith grab at his hand, nudging him to look at her. When he does, she notices the tenderness in his eyes, where what once held ice and frost now mimics the colour of an open field, filled with nothing except for one’s freedom to be.

“I do.”

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