Professor Bram Kenrick + belt buckles
Bram Kenric + Belt Buckles
She didn’t laugh at him when he stuttered because he was talking too fast because he’d gotten too excited about the historical and anthropological significance of the Orlesian pin-and-eye clasp on the buckles she’d brought back among the collection of artifacts.
But she did laugh at his terrible puns – she even laughed at the buckle down one he tried out on three other people before he finally told it to her. And her laugh…oh, her laughter was the sound of bells in the sunlight. Her smile was sweet as honey in winter. It made him want to make her laugh over and over.
One night she appeared at the door to their makeshift research station to bring him some dinner – he’d lost track of the time, again, in analyzing their latest findings in that ancient Tevinter ruin north of the encampment and had forgotten to eat.
He only stumbled a little over his words (and over the stack of discarded books beside his chair) as he lurched up from his desk to take the tray of bread and hard cheese out of her hands with a my thanks, Lady Harding. She smiled that honey-sweet smile and reached to tuck a loose strand of her braided hair behind her ear as he placed the tray down.
“Since you’re the expert, I thought you might be able to help me out with some…belt buckles,” she said.
“Oh, yes, of course!” he exclaimed, extending a hand. “You’ve unearthed more of them, then? From inside the Tevinter ruins, or…?”
“No, these belt buckles are of a more…modern fashion.” With her eyes never leaving his, she took him by the hand and guided him slowly to the silver clasp of the belt around her waist.
And it was the first time in Bram Kenric’s life that he found he had nothing at all to say about belt buckles.
