#HAPPY ONE YEAR LOVE YOU GIVE ME JUDICABEL AND I GIVE YOU HANVANA

[thal-ent]

(Hanko belongs to @noa-de-cajou

Happy one year, love <3)

Sometimes, when they have the time, the Patriote's troupe can see the life that is still happening, in the towns they stop by.

Yavana likes those moments. It's a moment of calm, a time of respite in their life that ask them to constantly move. She doesn't hate this life, her home going where she does, but sometimes she enjoys just hearing the music and seeing people dance together to celebrate.

Sometimes she dances with Jakub, most of the time she stays on the side, watches and claps along the music. Today it's the latter. She can hear, in her head, the joy her friend is having dancing with his own wife. The link between them is second nature, something natural, Hanko knows her thoughs and she knows his. She giggles, when he thinks of how beautuiful Anya is and immediatly becomes flustered in their mind. He's cute.

He comes back to sit by her, once his wife has danced enough to tire him and goes in the crowd to look for the oldest of the troupe. Yavana lets Hanko put his head on her shoulder, his black hair a stark contrast to her white shirt.

Having fun ?

I feel like my legs are made of Irena's weird jelly.

They share a laugh, a silent one that wouldn't be heard against the music.

There's images flashing in their heads, of the other dancing, may it be just a few minutes or years ago. It's never of them together, because Hanko wouldn't want to intrude on something he knows so dear to the elf, and Yavana because she wants the first to be without expectations.

Did you learn what the party is about ?

Passing of seasons, apparently, since spring isn't that far away.

Oh, yes, I almost forgot.

You forgot your own daughter's birthday ?

That's not what I meant and you know it !

He croaks a laugh as she pinches his cheek gently, and she rolls her eyes when his gray ones look up to her. He's lucky he's cute, and lucky his face always burns up when she thinks this.

They look in relative silence as one dance ends and another start, less energetic. It reminds Yavana of an old memory, something that is almost thirty years old now. A snake mask courting a lunar crown, and she smiles as she gets up and gives her hand to Hanko.

He knows what she though of, knows how much this piece of her village means. Knows what she's asking, and knows in her smile showing her teeth she would never regret asking him.

He takes her hand, the cold palm warming him more than anything else as they start dancing together. They smile and laugh, in their mind, dance at the same rythm as the couple around them.

You're beautiful.

She laughs, her hair almost shining in the light of the embers and the moon.

And you're stunning.

She kisses the mole on his forehead, then the cheek red with scars.

He laughs too, his whole face crimson, and he kisses her cheek, their feet never stopping.

They don't need any declaration, just their smiles and their dance.