[ The hum is quiet. He doesn't make a show of looking around, too fearful of bringing attention to himself. Matthias is bulky and brawn; Nina is quiet and dainty with her secret keeping. Do they know they've let a Fjerdan on board? A member of the drüskelle?
A previous member of the drüskelle. Even if Matthias wanted to return to them, he couldn't. He wouldn't now. Perhaps if Commander Brum had been kinder…
Commander Brum has never been kind, not even to Matthias.
With his arm around her, Matthias ensures to keep Nina close. Despite no longer being on Ravkan soil, they're in Ravka's waters. He doesn't want them to take her away from him. He doesn't want the True Sea to take them under again. ]
Every time you say that, I feel warm all over.
[ It's a quiet murmur he says to the horizon, knowing Nina will hear it loud and clear alongside the fluttering of his heart. Husband. Not drüskelle. Not prick. Someone intimately important. ]
[ Curiouser and curiouser. Nina is intrigued by the Captain and the crew of this ship. She's been hoping for simply a safe passage, but she wonders more about them. They have time to figure it out. Before going down below deck to examine where they'll be sleep, she brings him to the side of the ship to gaze out towards the sea. She nestles at his side.
She smiles up at him. Her fingers dance along his chest. ]
Husband? [ There's a coy smile on her lips. She leans up to kiss the corner of his mouth. ] I rather like saying it.
[ He wrinkles his nose slightly, glancing at her. It's strange to think the True Sea is what truly brought them together. While her being Grisha and him being drüskelle had been the catalyst, if it wasn't for that sinking ship and that piece of driftwood, he might still be walking along a path that only leads to further shadows and nothing.
Matthias keeps his arm around her. ]
You don't think they will be suspicious we have no luggage?
Why would it sound lewd? It's not as if I'm calling you my lover or paramour.
[ The sexual connotations to that would surely offend Fjerdan sensibilities, bless. She's happy to say tucked under his arm. She raises a hand to shield her eyes from the sun while she discreetly looks around and takes stock of everyone aboard, crew and passengers alike. ]
Perhaps, but perhaps not. We're not the only ones. There's all sorts of reasons looking to run away with simply what's on their backs. For example, two starcrossed lovers looking to find a place that will let them be together.
[ The way she says it, that they're two star-crossed lovers, makes it sound like the stories his mother used to tell him. Matthias stopped believing in those so long ago, but Nina's prompted him to reconsider.
Looking out at the water, he curves the corners of his lips up. ]
Am I not also those things?
[ Lover. Paramour. Whatever it is they wish to be in this moment. Despite his delicate sensibilities, Matthias has learned those aren't such horrible things to be to someone. Being important to another person is one of the greatest honours one can have. He's her stupidly tall Fjerdan and she's become everything to him. ]
[ Not so prim and proper anymore, her Fjerdan. She's a bad influence. She's always taken great pleasure in that, but she's particular glad she's that for Matthias. She's helped him see better when it comes to those different from him and what his country expects. She playfully tugs on his shirt and smirks.
[ She has he most innocent look on her face. She can the color flooding his cheeks and creeping along his neck much to her delight. He's not looking at her which makes her grin. She bites her bottom lip and tries again. This time, she makes her voice even more sultry. ]
[ He says it with a smile he tries to bite back and looks away, turning his face briefly. He's not going to stop sporting pink, is he? That word makes his heart flutter; he knows she's felt it. ]
[ She knows quite well how much he likes it when she's vulgar. A big fan, he is. It's a pity they're surrounded by so many others. She wonders if he'll enjoy being discreet and forced to be quiet. There's great fun in that.
She leans up to brush her lips along his jaw then nips at him. ]
It might be weeks before we reach our destination.
[ She gives him a little pout. The thought of weeks without sounds terrible. She has half the mind to take him off other boat, and they'll find another way to travel. But that's foolish and reckless which Matthias makes her apt to do simply because she adores him. ]
[ He exhales loudly. Kissing leads to heavy petting which leads to her knowing how pleased he is to be sleeping beside her. As much as she teases him for being so proper, Matthias doesn't particularly want their first few times together to be on a creaky ship with strangers. ]
Maybe some kisses.
[ He glances at her with a sly smile. ]
And some petting. But nothing more, Nina. This is a ship, not a whale hut.
[ As much as Nina likes to tease and cajole, she's also respectful of his boundaries when she knows he means them. She'll resign herself to kisses and touches, but nothing more. She can handle it. She curls against him, arms wrapped around him, and rests her head against his broad chest. ]
As you wish, my husband. I promise to mostly behave.
[ Before he even sighs and concedes a little, one of her hands is already wandering further south at his back. When she hears his words, she shoots him a perfectly innocent look.
What? She's just being efficient.
She gives his ass a little pinch for good measure. Her expression never falters. She's all big eyes and sweet smile. ]
Pinching your spouse's bottom? You Fjerdans are much naughtier than you let on!
[ She's already gauged everyone on the ship. She's clued in to all their heartbeats and where they are. Nothing sounds amiss to her. Everyone is focused on preparing to disembark.
She takes one of his hands and guides it down her back to return the favor. ]
He lets her move his hand without fighting her. Cupping her ass firmly, Matthias tugs her impossibly closer to him. It's best that she's tucked right up against him; he doesn't want her to get lost at sea without him. ]
It's a very sacred custom. It's not spoken about because of how important it is to be shared between man and wife.
[ And how blasphemous it is to Djel. But would Djel have put Nina in his life if he didn't want Matthias to live a little? ]
[ His laughter makes her glow. Happiness looks so beautiful in Matthias. He would have been wasted on the severity of the drüskelle. He has a face that's meant to express joy. His large hand grabs her pert ass, making sure she's flush against him. She flutters her lashes at him. ]
I'm learning so much about Fjerdan culture. Is there anything else I need to learn? I want to be a proper wife, you see.
[ He peers over her head, looking out at the horizon. What other lewd things can he think of? What other things can he suggest to prompt her to laugh again? He keeps his hands on her ass, ignoring the quiet voice in his head telling him it's not proper. It's not. But it's how he and Nina have always been—improper. ]
Fjerdan wives like to kiss their husbands wherever they can.
[ The great Matthias Helvar is, apparently, a sucker for kisses. ]
Oh, that's easily done. One of my favorite things actually.
[ She steps on her tiptoes and peppered his face with kisses. She presses it on both cheeks, all along his jaw, the tip of his nose. Even his forehead. She leaves his lips for last as she smiles against him.
To everyone onboard, they look exactly as they say they are. Besotted husband and wife. Newlyweds that ran away to be together. Truly a romance. ]
[ Scrunching up his face, the moment he begins to tilt his head upward, he ensures to lower it. Nina's capable of many great feats, but a growth spurt isn't one of them. He laughs, wrinkling his nose. He'd asked for this. He'd leaned through their trek through the snow that Nina Zenik rose to every single challenge presented to her and with gusto. ]
Hm. [ He impulsively takes her bottom lip gently between his teeth. When he lets it go, he flushes softly. ] You should have done that in the huts. I would've been warm.
[ Nina gives a huff of amusement, brows raised at his gall. She remembers how warm they'd been together, tangled up in one another, and with his rather enthusiastic morning greeting.
She does appreciate how he bends for her, so she can kiss his forehead better though. Good man. Best man really. Her favorite even. She traces the flush of his cheeks and looks quite pleased with herself. ]
[ It's a pointed murmur that he knows will prompt her to roll her eyes in exasperation and insist that she'll be good. She's well-behaved. But it'll encourage her to be cheeky and find the nearest loophole. ]
What if they throw us out to sea because I cannot keep my hands off you?
[ It's never about her hands on him. In these playful scenarios, Matthias is the one who lacks control. ]
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[ The hum is quiet. He doesn't make a show of looking around, too fearful of bringing attention to himself. Matthias is bulky and brawn; Nina is quiet and dainty with her secret keeping. Do they know they've let a Fjerdan on board? A member of the drüskelle?
A previous member of the drüskelle. Even if Matthias wanted to return to them, he couldn't. He wouldn't now. Perhaps if Commander Brum had been kinder…
Commander Brum has never been kind, not even to Matthias.
With his arm around her, Matthias ensures to keep Nina close. Despite no longer being on Ravkan soil, they're in Ravka's waters. He doesn't want them to take her away from him. He doesn't want the True Sea to take them under again. ]
Every time you say that, I feel warm all over.
[ It's a quiet murmur he says to the horizon, knowing Nina will hear it loud and clear alongside the fluttering of his heart. Husband. Not drüskelle. Not prick. Someone intimately important. ]
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She smiles up at him. Her fingers dance along his chest. ]
Husband? [ There's a coy smile on her lips. She leans up to kiss the corner of his mouth. ] I rather like saying it.
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[ He wrinkles his nose slightly, glancing at her. It's strange to think the True Sea is what truly brought them together. While her being Grisha and him being drüskelle had been the catalyst, if it wasn't for that sinking ship and that piece of driftwood, he might still be walking along a path that only leads to further shadows and nothing.
Matthias keeps his arm around her. ]
You don't think they will be suspicious we have no luggage?
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[ The sexual connotations to that would surely offend Fjerdan sensibilities, bless. She's happy to say tucked under his arm. She raises a hand to shield her eyes from the sun while she discreetly looks around and takes stock of everyone aboard, crew and passengers alike. ]
Perhaps, but perhaps not. We're not the only ones. There's all sorts of reasons looking to run away with simply what's on their backs. For example, two starcrossed lovers looking to find a place that will let them be together.
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Looking out at the water, he curves the corners of his lips up. ]
Am I not also those things?
[ Lover. Paramour. Whatever it is they wish to be in this moment. Despite his delicate sensibilities, Matthias has learned those aren't such horrible things to be to someone. Being important to another person is one of the greatest honours one can have. He's her stupidly tall Fjerdan and she's become everything to him. ]
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[ Not so prim and proper anymore, her Fjerdan. She's a bad influence. She's always taken great pleasure in that, but she's particular glad she's that for Matthias. She's helped him see better when it comes to those different from him and what his country expects. She playfully tugs on his shirt and smirks.
Her voice drops to a husky purr. ]
My lover.
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You need to not say it like that.
[ Matthias refuses to look at her despite knowing it's hopeless. She knows what he's thinking, how he's feeling. How his heart flutters.
But she needs to not listen to him, because that's exactly how he should say it. ]
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[ She has he most innocent look on her face. She can the color flooding his cheeks and creeping along his neck much to her delight. He's not looking at her which makes her grin. She bites her bottom lip and tries again. This time, she makes her voice even more sultry. ]
My paramour.
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[ He says it with a smile he tries to bite back and looks away, turning his face briefly. He's not going to stop sporting pink, is he? That word makes his heart flutter; he knows she's felt it. ]
You're being vulgar.
[ Which, of course, he's started to like. ]
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[ She knows quite well how much he likes it when she's vulgar. A big fan, he is. It's a pity they're surrounded by so many others. She wonders if he'll enjoy being discreet and forced to be quiet. There's great fun in that.
She leans up to brush her lips along his jaw then nips at him. ]
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[ It's whispered as he shifts on the spot. She's so dangerous, and not because she's Grisha. The danger she poses is because she's Nina Zenik.
But he smiles, and where he twists away from her, he ends up leaning toward her all the same. ]
Not on the ship.
[ He misses the whale huts, even though they had been so, so cold. ]
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[ She gives him a little pout. The thought of weeks without sounds terrible. She has half the mind to take him off other boat, and they'll find another way to travel. But that's foolish and reckless which Matthias makes her apt to do simply because she adores him. ]
So just kisses? Not even some heavy petting then?
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Maybe some kisses.
[ He glances at her with a sly smile. ]
And some petting. But nothing more, Nina. This is a ship, not a whale hut.
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As you wish, my husband. I promise to mostly behave.
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With a soft sigh, ] You can move one of your hands lower.
[ No one can ever say Matthias Helvar is completely innocent. ]
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What? She's just being efficient.
She gives his ass a little pinch for good measure. Her expression never falters. She's all big eyes and sweet smile. ]
More?
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[ In case she intentionally misinterprets him and gropes at the back of his knee instead.
Wrapping his arms around her, he can't help but glance off to the side to ensure no one's looking at them too strangely. ]
Didn't you know this is a marital custom in Fjerda?
[ She's corrupted him. ]
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[ She's already gauged everyone on the ship. She's clued in to all their heartbeats and where they are. Nothing sounds amiss to her. Everyone is focused on preparing to disembark.
She takes one of his hands and guides it down her back to return the favor. ]
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He lets her move his hand without fighting her. Cupping her ass firmly, Matthias tugs her impossibly closer to him. It's best that she's tucked right up against him; he doesn't want her to get lost at sea without him. ]
It's a very sacred custom. It's not spoken about because of how important it is to be shared between man and wife.
[ And how blasphemous it is to Djel. But would Djel have put Nina in his life if he didn't want Matthias to live a little? ]
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I'm learning so much about Fjerdan culture. Is there anything else I need to learn? I want to be a proper wife, you see.
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[ He peers over her head, looking out at the horizon. What other lewd things can he think of? What other things can he suggest to prompt her to laugh again? He keeps his hands on her ass, ignoring the quiet voice in his head telling him it's not proper. It's not. But it's how he and Nina have always been—improper. ]
Fjerdan wives like to kiss their husbands wherever they can.
[ The great Matthias Helvar is, apparently, a sucker for kisses. ]
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[ She steps on her tiptoes and peppered his face with kisses. She presses it on both cheeks, all along his jaw, the tip of his nose. Even his forehead. She leaves his lips for last as she smiles against him.
To everyone onboard, they look exactly as they say they are. Besotted husband and wife. Newlyweds that ran away to be together. Truly a romance. ]
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Hm. [ He impulsively takes her bottom lip gently between his teeth. When he lets it go, he flushes softly. ] You should have done that in the huts. I would've been warm.
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[ Nina gives a huff of amusement, brows raised at his gall. She remembers how warm they'd been together, tangled up in one another, and with his rather enthusiastic morning greeting.
She does appreciate how he bends for her, so she can kiss his forehead better though. Good man. Best man really. Her favorite even. She traces the flush of his cheeks and looks quite pleased with herself. ]
I bet I can make you warmer.
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[ It's a pointed murmur that he knows will prompt her to roll her eyes in exasperation and insist that she'll be good. She's well-behaved. But it'll encourage her to be cheeky and find the nearest loophole. ]
What if they throw us out to sea because I cannot keep my hands off you?
[ It's never about her hands on him. In these playful scenarios, Matthias is the one who lacks control. ]
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