Who: Obi-Wan and Loras What: Sparring Session When: Last Night Where: Tyrell-Kenobi Home Status: In Progress Rating: PG-13; Warnings: TBD
It was to be the first evening Obi-Wan would spend in what was technically his home in weeks. He realized this--and reserved his judgement, for the time being--on his way up the short front path. The stars were beginning to appear, and the air was calm and cool. The bugs that chattered from unseen places did so with a relaxed lilt. Obi was smiling a soft and peaceful smile, and he took his time.
Almost exclusively, when he returned from work, he returned to Dani. But now that they were no longer sleeping in shifts, he had opportunities to stop home in the early morning, to catch Loras before he left for the day. Sometimes there was time for breakfast. Lunches were arranged. Margaery was home quite at bit, so he was getting to know her better, as well.
It was far from a normal arrangement. And despite his smile, he was looking a little worn from the back-and-forth, not to mention the recent illness. But the spark in his eyes was as bright as ever. And the light from inside the house reflected a warm fire in his belly.