Day 91: Distractions

mooncross said Faramir is so perfect... maybe you should write a drabble about Faramir's (character) flaws. He must have some.

Day 91

Distractions

Éowyn, reaching for the bread, glanced up as her husband sauntered into the room. She watched a servant execute a neat sidestep without breaking stride – hinting at long practice and custom – as Faramir sightlessly groped for the back of his chair, pulled it out and sat down. Without looking, he reached for his spoon, dug it into his porridge, let it waver in mid-air as he turned a page–.

"Faramir!"

Startled, he looked up at her, his gaze still distant.

"Yes, love?"

Éowyn leaned across and took the book from his unresisting grasp. "Do you have to read at breakfast?"