Big news, big night: The morning (is it?) after

[newredmuses]

Did he sleep at all last night? He may have tried, long after he and Kate had exhausted themselves with talking and crying and laughing. It's hard to say too, when he first noticed that he was lying awake, watching the light in the room change. (Of course, he'd been told, that there isn't sunlight here, as such, but the facsimile is fine enough.)

The scar in his side tells him he is dead, but in faith, lying here beside his wife, his own Kate, he feels nothing of the sort.

Now, is she sleeping still? He slides closer, and plants a kiss just so on her bare shoulder.

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[valiantrebel]

"Conceived and her husband gone a month?" He presses his forehead conspiratorially to hers. "Say nothing, and it will be a miracle. I will pray devotions to you, my lady of the mops and brooms."

[tiltingwithlips]

All right, she needs to kiss his stupid face for that one.

[valiantrebel]

He will submit! He will even take her face between his palms. Holy palmer's kiss, mayhap?

It's a perfect moment, though, which means it cannot be allowed to stand for long.

"About my dogs..."

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate snorts. "I will fetch you a dog, you rogue, else I shall never hear the end of it."

[valiantrebel]

"Or out of the goodness of your sainted heart!" He drapes one arm across her hips. "Can it be Lady, if I may have the pick of them?"

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate's smile softens, and she gives him a kiss on the cheek.

"She would be glad to see you, I think. I'll say she ran away, I suppose."

[valiantrebel]

"We should do that too."

He's got that look in his eyes.

"Love, let us go somewhere. I am sick to death of this place. What say you to Sherwood?"

Yup, he's for real.

[tiltingwithlips]

". . . Do you jest, sir?"

[valiantrebel]

"You know I loathe to laugh. But no, I do not." He grins. "Come, say yes, Kate. I want to go somewhere with you."

[tiltingwithlips]

"To Sherwoof," she repeats. "To be a bandit and his wife?"

[valiantrebel]

"Only for a little while. We would come back and then be something else."

[tiltingwithlips]

Kate laughs.

"Ah, well, if I may be Lady Percy still -- then why not Sherwood?"

[valiantrebel]

"There is an evil sheriff," he says, with direness and danger in his voice. "And his terrible henchman who only wears black. And I hear that we'd eat squirrel more oft than meat."

It's something like being on campaign, isn't it.

He nods, conclusively, in conclusion. "I will speak with Allan."