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“Why am I here? I don’t know anything about wine,” Hawke asks, her arm linked in Fenris’s. Wine tasting wasn’t exactly her idea of a fun afternoon but Fenris was giving her a smug smile.
“You’re here because I asked you to be. Just as I came with you to the food tasting.”
“Yeah but that’s food. You don’t need to know anything fancy about food to know it’s good,” Hawke says, to which Fenris only snorts. Hawke felt wildly out of place in the crowd, everyone else sniffing the wine before tasting it, or turning the glass, making sage comments while she only sipped at each sample and tasted the same thing each and every time.
“Here try this one,” Fenris says, grinning brilliantly and passing a glass to her. Hawke raised her eyebrows and did as he asked.
“It’s good,” she replies, smiling at him while Fenris nods enthusiastically.
“There’s the barest hint of mint, can you taste it?”
“Yeaaaahhh – no, I really can’t, I’m sorry I am just truly awful at this,” Hawke groans as she passes the glass back to him. He was laughing at her and only draped an arm over her shoulder as they continued their circle around the room. He would sip at each glass, inspecting color and smell, telling her all the subtle differences from ones they tasted before. He was so eager to share that Hawke couldn’t help but smile the entire time.
While he discussed different wines with an attendant, Hawke slipped out to the balcony. It was Fenris’s favorite vineyard and it was easy to see why. Long stretches of green, hanging heavy with grapes, with golden dirt separating each row. Trees lined the fields, and so far out in the country there was only the sound of birds, crickets and wind rustling leaves.
He returned to her, informing her of his presence with a gentle hand on her back, both of them leaning over the railings together. “Did you find the one?” Hawke asks, rolling her hand dramatically. Fenris chuckles and bumps his forehead against her shoulder.
“I did, even though you weren’t very helpful.”
“I have to say it – I told you so!” Fenris laughs and takes her hand in his, rolling his thumb over the ring on her finger. The ring that he gave her. “Fenris,” she says softly, looking at him, “why don’t we just make this our venue? I mean they have lots of rooms here, it’s beautiful and if you ever disappear during the wedding I know I’ll be able to find you in the wine cellar.”
Fenris guffaws, and hides his grin behind his other hand. “Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise.” He can’t hide his grin any longer, as his hand would be in the way of kissing her. She smiles into his kiss, his hand cupping her face. “Does this mean yes?”
“Yes, Hawke, it does,” Fenris tells her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her again.
“Maybe I should just wear a raincoat on the day in case someone spills wine on me.”
“You are not getting married in a raincoat.”
“Rain boots?”
“Hawke.”