The Bard and Her Knight


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RoorenArt
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3 years, 8 months ago
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2 years, 6 months ago
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Chapter 1
Published 3 years, 8 months ago
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A collection of one-shots featuring Beatrice and Anomen.

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Anomen using Beatrice’s lap as a pillow.

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Beatrice groaned, impatiently waiting for everyone to finish their shopping trip at Adventure Mart. It was as if they had been inside for ages. Surely, it didn’t take that long to procure new equipment, but here she was… an hour later. 

Anomen had the right idea, it seemed. While Beatrice had been people-watching to pass the time, Anomen sat beside her on a bench half looking as if he were about to fall asleep. He had his eyes closed and every few moments his head would tip to the side and he would comically jolt awake. He then cleared his throat, attempting to act as if it hadn’t occurred at all and that, yes, he was totally alert. 

Beatrice bit the inside of her cheek, willing herself not to laugh. She knew if she indulged herself, his fragile ego wouldn’t survive it. That, or he would think she was an utter buffoon. But honestly, she didn’t mind the latter alternative. Usually, she was an utter buffoon and it was a great pleasure to watch as he was baffled by her antics. 

As he began the cycle anew, she interrupted him.

“Anomen, why don’t you lay down?” She patted her lap twice, grinning at him partially because she still wanted to laugh from his earlier routine and partially because the idea of his head in her lap was appealing. 

His face twisted up, taken aback and looking abashed. “M-my lady, I would never dream of burdening you with—“

“Ah-ah! Nonsense! It’s no burden at all.” To emphasize her point, she patted her lap again. “Now, lay down your weary head. Take a load off. Doesn’t my lap look so incredibly comfortable?” 

He seemed to be engaged in an intense inner battle with his pride. He sat there, face still twisted up in such a way that reminded Beatrice she shouldn’t laugh at him, lest she scare him off. His eyes darted from her face to her lap then his cheeks went red.

How adorable.

To encourage him, she slowly began lowering his head until he gave in and was finally rested on her lap. He shifted on the bench until he was in a relatively comfortable position. 

“See, that wasn’t such a big deal, was it?” Beatrice’s fingers buried themselves in his thick hair. She carefully ran her fingers through it, trying not to completely destroy his hairstyle. How he styled such a perfect swoop, it was a mystery.

He sighed through his nose, allowing his eyes to close once more. This time, he fell asleep, his mouth falling open in an inelegant snore. Beatrice permitted a chuckle to escape her lips. The look on his face was priceless. He would absolutely hate it, but she loved it. He looked ridiculous with his mouth hanging wide open, face squished against her thigh. She just wished he would let loose like this more often. He always tried too hard to appear put together, so she appreciated the moments where he let that go, even if it was in his sleep.

She wanted to call over Haer’Dalis to request that he sketch this moment so it would be immortalized, but she supposed her memory would have to do. She continued running her fingers through his hair, the stupid grin not leaving her face even when he blearily woke up, drool trailing down his cheek. She burst out into laughter, unable to hold it back any longer. Anomen just stared at her, confused by her antics.

“Oh, don’t look like that! You’re so handsome!” That seemed to please him so his face softened and he drew her in for a kiss.

Just before their lips met, Beatrice shoved her sleeve between them, wiping the drool from his cheek. Before Anomen could protest, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a steamy kiss.