Thancred and Eremia's hands brush chastely against one another with a rising sun beaming down behind them. Fic descriptor on the page: They slipped into something of a companionable silence, he uncrossed his arms, holding them gently at his sides. “Do you come out here often to watch the sunrise, Eremia?” Her name fell comfortably from his lips, breaking the silence at last.
“When I can, aye. Usually, alone, but this morning, the company is…amicable.” His heart nearly leapt from his chest. He felt something soft brush his own hand. Carefully, with nary a movement of his head, Thancred cast his glance downward and found her own pressing against his.
Wolcred Week 2024: Day 2, Hands/Blush
June 2024
#eremiafics #wolcred #eremiacred
WC📝: 1,361, Gen.
Originally written for #wolcredweek2024 #wolcredweek
Thancred POV
Link🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/56419363