( Rikhard & Tink )
News, Snoring, & Tricks — Oh My!
Taking a moment to seek shelter from the cold, a weary Rikhard had taken his place at the couch of Tink's cottage. Taking a lean on an arm of the couch, he seemed to have found his comfort zone as his legs fell across the rest; never mind the fact that he seemed to forget that his boots were still on as they fell upon Tink's furniture. Having time to settle in at the cottage the past few days, the inventor's new "guard" seemed to be rather quick in making himself feel at home. Taking in the warmth of the nearby fire, he seemed to be drowning out any distractions, be it a loud bray from Floyd, Horace angrily honking other animals from his barn, or Tink directing any comments his way. At the moment the man charged with looking over the farm was very lax in his duties, indeed. It almost seemed as if he was...yes, he fell asleep, and the onset of a snore would certainly give that away if Tink happened to be nearby.
Tink arrived home with a bundle of items tucked into a rucksack, compliments of bartering with merchants and vendors at the market. Chilled to the bone, she eased into the warmth of the cottage and set the bundle down before dismantling herself from the cloak, hat, and scarf that provided some semblance of warmth on a frigid day. Greeted by a snore, a smile blossomed across her mouth, and she glanced to the couch where Rikhard snoozed. The first glint of mischief touched her eyes and then seeped into a crooked grin. Tiptoeing to the couch, she stopped at the end where his head rested on the cushioned arm, peered over, and ever so slowly slipped her icy-cold hands under the collar of his shirt.
"MmmGRAH!", awaking ever so abrubtly from his slumber, his instincts kicked in...although a bit sloppily. Rolling to reach for the dagger he was wearing at his side, he found himself tumbling off the couch as it got stuck in its sheath. Falling right on his back, he gave it an arch as he winced a glance over to a now upside-down Tink, releasing his grasp on the dagger before taking a moment to remain at his new position. "Oh hello, Tink," he groaned, bringing himself up to a sitting position before continuing, "All right, I think we're even for me scaring you off that fence post." He tried his best to seem cross as he menacingly pointed her way with his comment, but the crooked smile he sported was evidence that he didn't mind at all.
She drew her hands away as if they had been scorched the instant Rikhard stirred to life and reached for his dagger. Thankfully, quick (if not at all nimble) reflexes prevented her from being pulled into his stumble to the floor, and she smiled triumphantly at his predicament. "Even?" she scoffed the word. "That was just me saying hello." And it was a multi-tasked greeting since her hands were nice and toasty now. Stepping closer, she extended a hand down to help him up, grateful for the fire that crackled nearby and sent a healthy dose of heat across the cottage. "Getting a lot of work done, I see." The quirk of a grin on her mouth indicating that she was relieved to see him resting. Ever since the encounter after Christmas, she worried about him getting a decent night's sleep — if she'd been plagued by nightmares, Tink couldn't start to imagine how he handled it. "I've some news to share," but she waited til he was up off the floor first before continuing.
"Yes, I was seeing if the couch was safe," he replied, rather cheekily as he noticed the hand offered to him. "Were you even wearing gloves?", he muttered before accepting Tink's aid, bringing himself to a stand. Taking a moment to stretch his back and straighten his tunic, he beamed a grin over to her, glad to be awakened by a familiar face more than anything else. "Hmm, and what news would that be?", reaching over to offer a quick pinch to Tink's side in response to her antics. Mischief warranted a small bit in return.
"I forgot them" she frowned for a span of seconds, but the expression bled into a smile once he stood and stretched. Chin inched higher to keep eye contact, it allowed him the chance to see and hear the girlish-giggle of laughter that escaped her throat when he pinched her. Twisting out of his reach, she gave his hand a light swat and ventured to the door where the rucksack had been placed. "I was offered a job," she explained, hefting the sack high enough to carry it to the table. An assortment of items with — cheese, dried meats, and a handful of lemons. There was even a package of tea. "While I was at the Inn, there was someone working on inventories and tallies. I recognized him — he's a minotaur — from my early days here in the city. He was having trouble holding a pen so I volunteered to help. I'm pretty good with numbers," she grinned his way, dividing her attention between him and the goods, all the while glancing over the rim of her spectacles.
Tink's reaction to his pinch prompted a sly smirk before he was swatted, wincing as he held his hand to feign injury; the fact that he couldn't wipe the smirk from his face during his little act made it less than convincing. Remaining near the couch, he simply observed and listened as she explained, venturing over to the table as the rucksack was placed upon it. He grinned as he pictured a minotaur fumbling with a pen in his mind, something like that could only happen in RhyDin. When she seemed finished, his grin widened in response, "That's good! And you believe it can be managed along with your duties at the farm?" Although such a job didn't seem to strenuous, he didn't wish for her to be overworked, especially after recent events. His attention was brought between her and the goods at the table as he placed his palms upon it, awaiting a response.
"This time of year is usually slow," she chose her words ever so carefully, a delicate balance of sense and strategy. "And with you here to help....the way I see it, if you can ready the land for spring, I can work at the docks to secure more income for us. And, aye, it's not an abundance of work — I tallied his inventories while sitting at a table drinking tea, the pay will certainly be enough to provide us with food and, perhaps....other supplies."
"Well that's fortunate!", he grinned, "As long as you aren't overworked," nodding in conclusion. A bit of a frown caught his face as he pondered a moment, thinking of a past job offer he had received. "That reminds me: I had never been able to contact Epona regarding work at her forge," sighing as he shrugged the idea away; he didn't mind his position as a farm hand and guard to Tink's home one bit. The slight pause in her last remark was noted, and curiosity overtook him, prompting an eyebrow raise as he took a stand from his lean on the table, "What kind of 'other supplies'?"
"I should be fine, really. Though....I wonder if I should be concerned that he asked if I was trained in combat," she paused, clutched a package of sliced meats, and used her free hand to nudge up the glasses. "He might have been having a jest at my expense with that," even Tink knew she wasn't exactly ....a physical threat to anyone. Shifting from one topic to another, she carried a few parcels to a covered crate by the windowsill, deposited them inside and then lowered the whole box by a length of rope out the window. Closed again, the goods that needed to be kept cold did so outside. "Have you tried leaving her a note?" Turning, she got a good look at his raised brow and found a chuckled laugh. "I was thinking that in the spring, when the weather warms, we could build an extension on the cottage." Her hand gestured toward the bed half-blocked by the wardrobe that now, was filled to capacity with all their combined belongings. "I mean....if you chose to stay once this situation is remedied." Teeth nipped the corner of her bottom lip then, anchored in place by the counter.
Rikhard canted his head downward, keeping his gaze upon Tink as a low grumble of displeasure crept from his throat; he really hoped that was a jest at her expense. Not choosing to dwell on it too much, he replied on the issue of working at the forge, "I did, actually, but perhaps my letter never found its way to her barracks. Finally, her words on the new addition to the cottage were heard, which brought a mischievous grin to his face as he ventured on over to Tink's position at the counter. "Yes, I do recall you mentioning the need for more 'privacy' at the inn recently," he remarked, reaching down to place his hands on her hips before continuing. Catching sight of the way Tink's teeth caught her lip, his grin widened and voice lowered a notch or two, "At the moment, I can't think of a reason why I wouldn't want to stay," chuckling before his tone was back to normal again, bringing a thumb up to brush at her nose, "If you'd have me, of course." And with that, he went to release her from his grasp, keeping his gaze with hers before turning his way back toward the table.
Anything she planned on saying before his hands found purchase at her hips went completely out of her mind. She wasn't quite sure what it was — whether the grin on his mouth or the way his voice lowered into a husky murmur or both — but all at once her body tremored in a collision of chills and heat. Swallowing thickly, she snapped out of the brief reverie, awakened by the caress to the tip of her nose. "A-aye," clearing her throat, she found use of her voice again. "Of course I want you—- want to have you—- have you stay here." Glancing off to the side, she muttered an 'ohdear' under her breath and nudged herself into motion. Following in his wake, she could feel the rise of a blush on her cheeks and prayed he'd assume it was the close proximity of the hearth for the cause of it. "Well then, I believe that with everything in the works, this shall be a comfortable winter for us. I was also thinking about purchasing a horse, too. Floyd is getting older and I think it might be—- Oh! That reminds me. I asked Bob about a dog and he suggested you and I go to the shelter and pick out a suitable one."
A triumphant grin overtook his face as his back turned to Tink for a brief moment, amused as she stumbled over her words. His grin turned to a smirk as he lifted himself up onto the table, taking a seat on the edge; hearing her stumble was giving him difficulty in holding back a laugh. An eyebrow raised at her words as his smirk held fast, "Of course I want you...," yes, it seemed he caught that bit. Mischief was put aside for a moment when he heard Tink's plans, "We'll be swimming in new animals soon, eh?", chuckling from his seat on the table, "I'd be glad to accompany you at the shelter!"
That did not help to alleviate the rise of heat or color along her cheeks, and she gave his shoulder a light thwack of her palm when she passed. Grabbing the package of tea, she brought it back to the counter and positioned it between a few canister, just under a rack of dried herbs. "You know what I meant," she muttered playfully. Easing into a much safer topic of conversation, she spun on a boot heel and the swish of her skirt rustled in chase. The sleeves of an oversized sweater teased her wrists, and she continuously struggled to push them away. "Aye, we will. But a horse will be a big help and the dog— well, a little more protection on the land can't hurt." Stopped at the edge of the table, both palms rested on the wood surface. "Bob called you my boyfriend," and for some reason, that amused her greatly.
Holding onto the table's edge as he was so violently struck, he couldn't help but let out a bit a mischievous laughter as he spent a brief moment keeping his balance where he sat, "Yes, I know what you meant," his tone didn't really help with his case, it screamed implications that his mind was elsewhere. Grinning as he observed Tink venturing about the cottage, he nodded in agreement before her last comments brought a healthy bit of laughter. "Oh, is that so' How could he get that idea?" he knew perfectly well how Bob could come to that conclusion, of course; from the time they spent together at the inn and certain auctions and balls, it seemed everyone that knew them found it to be painfully obvious.
She gave him a rather pointed look for the laughter that followed her swat as well as his tone of voice. No matter how hard she tried to appear stern, the expression was lost when a grin tugged at her mouth. "I suppose it's because—-" she stopped herself from the obvious answers, hand lifted in a fist, not that she was anywhere close enough to use it on it. Even if she was, hers was no challenging strength! "Anyway, we did not discuss the matter very long. Bob's boyfriend was too busy chewing on his neck." The memory of it made her shudder, complete with a grimace that prompted tiny lines across her lightly freckled nose.
Was that a fist raised at him' He shuddered at the sight! Mischievous grins gave way to a puzzled look that overtook his face, "Chewing on his neck" Was he hungry?", seeming to be genuinely confused on the matter. He slipped from his seat at the table to venture back to the counter, leaning against it as he crossed his arms awaiting a response.
"No— well...maybe. He had a blade poised to Bob's throat and then he moved, Bob that is, and there was a trickle of blood. Evander then latched onto his neck and..." shuddering again, it moved Tink from shoulders to hip. "He is a strange duck, that Bob. I asked if that hurt and he seemed to enjoy it." She turned then, putting her backside to the table as she leaned against it. Pointing a finger his way, she shook it at him. "Don't do that to me." Not that she ever thought he would! "So that was my news and then some." Chuckling a soft laugh, she was amused at how much she told him in such a short time.
Her explanation didn't help his bewilderment on the matter, "Well that's odd," he muttered, "Taking enjoyment in being assaulted; I don't think I would take so kindly to that," shaking his head in conclusion. His eyes widened as Tink gave her warning, "If anything is going toward your neck, it won't be a blade, I can assure you!" All talk on such a strange topic aside, he grinned at her conclusion. "Yes, it seems you've had quite an eventful time," he chuckled, "While I have been here being...," looking over to the couch, he gave off a crooked smile, "...less than productive." His smile lingered as he brought his gaze back to Tink, "I look forward to what lies ahead; it all seems very interesting. I've never owned a dog!", blurting out that last line, he seemed to be keen on the idea.
"How reassuring," she laughed outright at that, brown eyes alit with mirth. "What'll you use" A rope" Your hands?" The amusement continued when he motioned to the couch. "I'm glad you've gotten some rest....been worried that you wouldn't sleep very well." His enthusiasm over the dog made her smile even more. "Neither have I. But I told Bob that we have a goose. If I can train Horace," not that he was trained...."I can train a dog."
His expression was bright with amusement at the playful banter before it softened a bit at her remark on his rest. He still managed a smile as she spoke of training the dog, however, allowing a brief moment before he addressed some thoughts that were on his mind. "You needn't worry about me; I can manage," he replied, his brows folding into a small frown. "I have been concerned for your well being since...," stopping to swallow a lump in his throat, he didn't feel like he needed to explain the events he was referring to, "I just want you to feel safe and....Have you slept well?", trying his best to voice his concern without stumbling too harshly over his words.
The flicker of amusement in her eyes faded when the subject turned to one that caused both of them some tension. "Of course I feel safe," to show the truth of her words, she stepped closer and set both palms against the front of his chest. Elbows bent downward, only her arms served as a buffer between them. "I have been fine....considering. I still get a little nervous when I travel by myself but I refuse to stop," she found a trace of mirth when finishing her sentence. "....living." Gazing into his eyes, she found that her heartbeat sped just a little faster. "I cannot imagine how I'd be without you here." Other than dead, naturally.
As she approached, he brought his arms around her in an embrace, and Tink was sure to find his heart beating faster as she placed her hands over his chest. "I can't imagine what could have happened if I wasn't there," a pained look overcame his face as the idea came to him, "I don't want to." Gazing into her eyes helped fend off any unpleasant thoughts, for a moment he seemed to be lost in them as he held her in his arms, "I...care a great deal about you," even if it seemed evident that was the case, he felt a need to voice it. His mind was cluttered with thoughts of recent events; his feelings toward them and the woman who stood before him ran through him. Unable to find many other words at the moment, he simply offered a tender kiss to her forehead before tightening his embrace, breaking it after a while to offer a crooked smile before bringing his gaze into hers once more.
Her eyes closed in a flutter of lashes when he graced her forehead with a kiss, and eased into the embrace by folding each arm around his waist. Careful on how she rested her cheek on his chest without bending the spectacles, a smile curved to life at the sound of his words. "You do?" Not that she had any doubts, of course. But she could have listened to him say those words all day, every day, and never grow tired of it. "I care a great deal about you, too," confessing the obvious as she pulled back with enough distance to peek up to his eyes. "And I'd like you more if you didn't snore." Hardly the truth, but she wanted so very much to hear his laugh.