As he wrapped his cloak around her, Faith closed her eyes and just allowed herself to feel the moment, to remember and cherish it. She shouldn't, she knew, she shouldn't wish for things that she could not have, she should not feel how she felt. But she could not stop it and here, in the University garden....
was that where they were?
She wasn't sure, really
They were just together
.... here she believed that maybe she could dream a little of an impossible future. One where he knew her feelings for him, where he reciprocated them, even. But even that moment, brief and exquisitely vivid as it was, had to end and she looked back to him and smiled, delight and even amusement dancing in her eyes as she took in his appearance.
"Well it hardly seems fair"
she said, softly "I have a new dress, and I wanted to show you it"
. The way that he looked in those clothes, his dark hair and his well formed body, tantalising glimpses of chest hair and strong arms were enough that she really wished she wasn't in the rags. Damnit, but no mortal should be that handsome, she considered. It was hard to concentrate, but when he spoke she listened, attending to him and then she nodded her head, her expression changing to almost matter of fact. "No, I'm not allowed inside. I wait outside for you"
But he was right here? When he told her that, touching her shoulder gently as he did so she laughed as her heart shattered "Oh, it isn't me who can't see you. It's the other way around"
she whispered, but she smiled and nodded her head. There was no point to explain it and she didn't truly understand it herself.
And as they walked together, into the house, that made sense to Faith, for it was just the movement of the dream. She opened the door and nodded "Tea is good, yes. I'll get it"
and she set about making the tea, pouring it for him and putting the cup down in front of him. Sitting opposite him, closing her hands around the mug of tea she had apparently poured herself, she looked nonplussed as he asked her about his boys "The boys?"
she queried, sounding and feeling surprised. But as was the way with dreams, her mind made sense of it, even if what it made was not sense at all. "Tristan is sleeping with his slave and Teddy doesn't like Tristan's cat"
she explained, nodding "As a Venora, apprently he really shouldn't be doing that with me, because I'm a slave and not a noble but Tristan loves a scandle. And the cat is vile, it really is. Are you... I... did you mean those two boys?"
she frowned and shook her head, something wasn't quite making sense to her but it would all come out in the wash, no doubt. "Are you hungry? Master says that I make good soup, although Jamal didn't like it. But Master says that Jamal had a treasure in me and didn't know. I don't know why you'd brand a treasure though, I suppose it's like writing your name in a book. But... yes, I made some soup would you like me to get you some?"
she wondered, pointing to the stove where the soup was already bubbling away.
Glancing out the window, she wondered at the storm that was gathering.