silverbastardgoldenfool:

Fitz: she thinks you love me

Fool: I do

Fitz: there he goes being evasive again

Fool: call me Beloved

Fitz: hehe silly mischievous Fool

Fitz: do you love me?

Fool: yep

Fitz: ????????

Fitz, embracing the Fool, kissing his forehead, holding his hand, calling him Beloved, calling him by his own name, writing him love letters for 20+ years: what’s better than this? Guys bein dudes

rimbaux:

I felt him give a slight twitch in my arms. “Be still,” I whispered. He prized his eyes open and looked up at me. His tongue sought to moisten his lips. “What are we doing?” he croaked.
“We’re standing very still in the middle of an avalanche,” I whispered back. My throat was so dry it was hard to talk.
“I think I could stand” he offered weakly.
“Don’t move!” I ordered him.
He took a slightly deeper breath. “Why are you always near me when I get into these sort of situations?” He wondered hoarsely.
“I could ask you the same,” I retorted, unfairly.

-Assassin’s Quest, Robin Hobb

I miss them SO MUCH