Fic: Soon (Rowena/Salazar)
Title: Soon
Author: acidpop25
Rating: G
Pairing: Rowena/Salazar
Word Count: 501
Summary: "I would keep you close."
A/N: This is almost certainly the only G-rated Rowena/Salazar piece I'll ever produce. Set well before the founding of Hogwarts- they're somewhere in their early 20s here. Written as a gift for sandra_lanimil; merry Christmas, kitty!
Rowena is standing at the high window of her keep when Salazar finds her, wrapped in a cloak of heavy white fur and gazing out at the falling snow. She does not move as he draws closer, gives no sign she is aware of his presence even when his fingers slide through the dark waves of her hair spilling out from under her hood.
“My lady,” Salazar murmurs, and she blinks once, twice, but does not turn.
“Father wanted me to visit for Yule,” Rowena says after a moment, “but I frankly do not fancy the notion of traveling in this weather.”
“It may ease,” he points out, but she shakes her head.
“No. It will not. If anything, I dare say it will get worse.”
Salazar does not answer her immediately, but pushes her hood back and cradles her chin in his hand, thumb smoothing over a pale cheek. “The Blacks are hosting a ball,” he finally says, “which is considerably less of a distance. I would be honoured to escort you, should you care to grace me with your company.”
Rowena smiles, briefly and faintly. “Cetus Black has never much liked me, I fear.”
“That is of no consequence. You are of noble blood, Rowena, and none would dare question your presence there were you on my arm.”
She gives a slight shake of her head, at last looking away from the snow-covered landscape to meet Salazar’s gaze. “You are most gracious to offer, Salazar, but you also know perfectly well that I have never much cared for those sorts of parties.”
“Rowena-”
“Shh. You are the politician, love, not I. When have you ever known me to be tactful in my opinions?” His lips twitch up at the corners at that- she has him there, and he knows it well. Tact has never been Rowena’s strong suit. “By all means,” she continues, “go, if you desire to; certainly it presents many advantages for you to do so. But for my part, I am disinclined to accompany you.”
Salazar catches her hand in his, cool and slender and delicate in his grip. “I would keep you close,” he says, low but fervent, “always, I would that you be at my side.”
Rowena curls her fingers around his. “You could stay here with me,” she murmurs, bringing his hand to her lips and laying a soft kiss on his knuckles, “if you care to. There is always a place for you in my home, wherever that might be.”
Salazar lets out a slow breath. “I cannot simply fail to attend the ball,” he says, but there is genuine regret in his voice at having to leave her. “You will not reconsider?” He already knows the answer before he even asks the question, and Rowena merely shakes her head.
“You know already that I will not.” She folds her arms around him, and a rare smile goes unseen against his shoulder. “I shall, however, await your return. May it be soon.”
Author: acidpop25
Rating: G
Pairing: Rowena/Salazar
Word Count: 501
Summary: "I would keep you close."
A/N: This is almost certainly the only G-rated Rowena/Salazar piece I'll ever produce. Set well before the founding of Hogwarts- they're somewhere in their early 20s here. Written as a gift for sandra_lanimil; merry Christmas, kitty!
Rowena is standing at the high window of her keep when Salazar finds her, wrapped in a cloak of heavy white fur and gazing out at the falling snow. She does not move as he draws closer, gives no sign she is aware of his presence even when his fingers slide through the dark waves of her hair spilling out from under her hood.
“My lady,” Salazar murmurs, and she blinks once, twice, but does not turn.
“Father wanted me to visit for Yule,” Rowena says after a moment, “but I frankly do not fancy the notion of traveling in this weather.”
“It may ease,” he points out, but she shakes her head.
“No. It will not. If anything, I dare say it will get worse.”
Salazar does not answer her immediately, but pushes her hood back and cradles her chin in his hand, thumb smoothing over a pale cheek. “The Blacks are hosting a ball,” he finally says, “which is considerably less of a distance. I would be honoured to escort you, should you care to grace me with your company.”
Rowena smiles, briefly and faintly. “Cetus Black has never much liked me, I fear.”
“That is of no consequence. You are of noble blood, Rowena, and none would dare question your presence there were you on my arm.”
She gives a slight shake of her head, at last looking away from the snow-covered landscape to meet Salazar’s gaze. “You are most gracious to offer, Salazar, but you also know perfectly well that I have never much cared for those sorts of parties.”
“Rowena-”
“Shh. You are the politician, love, not I. When have you ever known me to be tactful in my opinions?” His lips twitch up at the corners at that- she has him there, and he knows it well. Tact has never been Rowena’s strong suit. “By all means,” she continues, “go, if you desire to; certainly it presents many advantages for you to do so. But for my part, I am disinclined to accompany you.”
Salazar catches her hand in his, cool and slender and delicate in his grip. “I would keep you close,” he says, low but fervent, “always, I would that you be at my side.”
Rowena curls her fingers around his. “You could stay here with me,” she murmurs, bringing his hand to her lips and laying a soft kiss on his knuckles, “if you care to. There is always a place for you in my home, wherever that might be.”
Salazar lets out a slow breath. “I cannot simply fail to attend the ball,” he says, but there is genuine regret in his voice at having to leave her. “You will not reconsider?” He already knows the answer before he even asks the question, and Rowena merely shakes her head.
“You know already that I will not.” She folds her arms around him, and a rare smile goes unseen against his shoulder. “I shall, however, await your return. May it be soon.”