Kíli wasn’t quite sure what to do with that knowledge. He was well aware, of course, that other races did not often have their One. Or perhaps they just were not patient enough. In any event, courting was not the same, but the dwarf was mildly relieved that it was not the act that was like fish. And preaching.
He didn’t, but even he wasn’t so blind as to not realize his companion was beginning to grow uncomfortable with all his questions. Except, Kíli couldn’t get beyond the topic now that he was on it. Flexing his fingers, he gave a small nod. Clearing his throat, he tried to ignore the way his ears burned and his cheeks felt hot. “Was…was it nice?”
"Oh, sure. It was lovely," Hawke’s gaze slid away, checking up the hall for guards. "Until the part where he stormed out of my bedroom and never came back."
There had been others, of course, but not since and not many. In a way, she envied Kili; his ideals for such things were still so…idealistic. Marian had been like that once. Before ‘hope’ became a four letter word.
When the coast was clear, she waved the dwarf over, grabbing his shoulder before he strayed too far into the light. “Now, if you could kindly save the pillow-talk for when we’re out of the perilous, freezing cold dungeon, I’d appreciate it.”
"Shut up. My people are a hairy people." Kian grimaced as she flipped the lumpy pancake. He leaned into his palm with a hefty sigh, squinting as he rubbed his bristly chin. Naturally, he didn’t seem to have much luck in that department. “Don’t suppose I could get a few advil with that…pancake.”
"You should have asked when I was mixing in the chocolate chips." Sweet sarcasm coloured Marian’s tone as she dished out their late, late breakfast. "But I guess you can have them à la carte.”
Reaching into a drawer she produced a bottle of aspirin and shook two out onto her palm, paused, then shook out another two for herself. Just looking at the party-stricken state of her apartment this morning was headache inducing. “Anything else?”
"I do, but…" Kian frowned, waving at the skillet with one fork. "Are they supposed to be smoking like that? Is that healthy?"
"It’ll put hair on your chest," she said with a smirk, flipping one of the misshapen griddle cakes: a poor attempt at a shamrock. "Not that you need any help there."
"Are you sure it’s suppose to look like that? That— That doesn’t look right."
Marian looked up from her handiwork with a huff, aiming the spatula at him. “Do you want a pancake or not?”
Normally, he may have protested against the help, but he was too sick to care anymore. Besides, with the world spinning around him it was good to have an anchor. After a moment, Fenris removed his head from Hawke’s shoulder and was able to somewhat walk alongside her. It didn’t take long to get to her mansion, and once they were inside, Fenris all but collapsed into a chair by the fire.
Steering Fenris from his doorstep to hers was easier than Hawke ever pictured it. Once inside, she led him to her favourite armchair, the one she’d spent many nights in herself when she nodded off watching the flames or was simply too bone-tired to make it up the stairs to her bedchamber.
"Something tells me saying ‘wait here’ isn’t necessary," she softly remarked. "Though I should warn you, this chair is magical. Yes, I know, I know, what has magic touched that it has not spoiled." Hawke rumbled, grimacing the way she’d seen him do countless times before her expression became amiable again. "I just mean it will make you feel better. It always has for me."
Kíli’s brain got stuck somewhere around fish and sermons. His jaw almost dropped, and the dwarf had to remember to breathe as he stared at his companion’s serene face. Fish? Sermons?? From the way others had spoken of it, the brunet had imagined the situation to be a bit more pleasurable. Maybe they had been lying. But why would anyone—
Scuttling free of his cage, he tipped his chin up to study Marian’s face. “Have you ever…? You know. Is that experience, speaking?”
"No! I mean, no, not truly. Not the act," Marian stopped, beginning to fluster. "People, Kili. People are like fish. You’ve just got to wait for one to bi— oh, blast it all anyway.”
The dwarf crept forward, all wide eyed and more questions, and Marian straightened to better hide the color that rushed to her cheeks, busying her hands with putting her lockpicking set back in its rightful pocket.
"Yes." She let a long sigh go, surprised to find Kili’s face still turned up to hers. "I have, though not in a…considerably long time." A memory of green eyes and shock-white hair passed through Marian’s mind only to be quickly pushed aside. Kirkwall was so long ago it felt like another life; except that no matter how hard she wished - it wasn’t.