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Re: Innocent DB/Hadvar - "Useless" 3f/?

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She stared as the dusty, disused, mostly empty house was made slightly more visible in the tiny white light that flowed from her hand. She felt Hadvar shiver, from where she was holding his wrist, and turned back to him. Nords were very superstitious, and any use of magic usually ruffled them. 
He smiled, somewhat apologetically. "I have never been able to think of you as a Mage, when we fight side by side with swords. Most people are usually one or the other."
Abigail shrugged and moved forward, inspecting the layer of dust on the mantelpiece with her fingertip, then wiping it away with a grimace. "I'm not a Mage, really. I just...picked up a few tricks, here and there."
Hadvar stepped forward hesitantly and examined the hovering ball of white light. "It will help with finding the wood pile and starting a fire," he considered. "But it's just so...pale," he turned back to face Abigail. "It makes you look like a ghost."
"I'm not a ghost," Abigail smiled wryly, then indicated a hatchway that lead to the basement. "There will be wood down there. It should be very dry by now, come on."
There was plenty of wood, and Abigail loaded up Hadvar's arms before taking an armful herself, the little magelight flickering and dancing beside her head. When the fireplace was stoked Abigail offered to light it with another spell, but Hadvar shook his head, searching instead for a flint.
"What kind of man would I be, if I couldn't light the fire to keep you warm tonight?" he cast her a glance over his shoulder. "Perhaps you can find some blankets not too full of dust?"
Abigail gave him a confused look but he'd turned away already, looking in an end table, closing it, then checking a cupboard. He didn't like magic, sure - Abigail didn't really either, to be fair - but his words struck Abigail as...almost formal. Another Nord tradition, she wondered? They seemed to have traditions for most things, though they had never bothered with tradition or propriety before now. Not that she minded; she just had a feeling at the back of her mind that Hadvar was up to something. 
She walked upstairs, to the bedroom, casting magelight once more, then wrinkling her nose at the thick layer of dust on the bed, and turning instead to the cupboard. It contained a variety of pelts, each a little moth eaten, and some rough goats wool blankets. She chose the best of what was there and bundled it up in her arms, traipsing back to the lower levels of the house and letting the magelight extinguish - there was an orange flicker of true firelight and a crackle that promised warmth. 
She was going to ask him where he'd found the flint but the words stuck in her throat as she spotted Hadvar. He had his back to her, standing in between her and the fire - and he'd removed his clothing - all of it. The firelight cast flickering lights and shadows across the plains of his muscles, the scars on his back and legs, and his hair glowed a firey red where the light hit it directly, and deep brown where it fell to the shadows. 
He turned his head at her approach, but only faced her fully when she reached his side, and he reached out to her, slipping his hand under the neckline of her dress, to push one side off her shoulder. She trembled at his touch, and wondered why she suddenly felt so nervous. The blankets and pelts she had retrieved fell to the floor, forgotten for a moment. 
The skin of her shoulder exposed, Hadvar leaned forward to kiss it with a feather-light touch of his lips. 
She felt the cool brush of something metal against her shoulder, as he pulled his head back to regard her again. His hands found the ties either side of her dress, and started to unbind them, as Abigail reached forward to touch the only thing Hadvar was wearing, what she'd failed to notice until it had bumped against her shoulder. An Amulet, gold, gaudy, one might say; a circular design with light blue stones set into it. This Nord tradition, she knew of.