in the darkness, there be dragons

Messy but relaxing painting with Janosh and Adder.

“My lord, that was good training.”

Henry’s voice cut through the haze that had settled over Hans’s thoughts.

He blinked.

For a moment, he had completely forgotten where he was.

Or rather, what had stolen his attention.

Henry stood only a few steps away, flushed from training, sweat glistening on his skin. Without a second thought, he lifted the hem of his shirt and wiped his face.

Hans immediately regretted looking.

“Hans?”

Hans stared.

“Is everything alright?”

“What?” He straightened. “Oh. Yes. Yes, of course.”

Henry lowered his shirt and frowned.

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

Hans’s eyes darted away for all of half a second before finding their way back.

“You sweat.”

Henry raised an eyebrow.

“And you stink.”

That earned him a short laugh. “Well, we have been training.”

“Right.”

A silence settled between them. Hans cleared his throat.

“We should take a bath.”

Henry tilted his head.

“…We?”

Hans froze. A heartbeat passed. Then another.

“You should take a bath.”

The corner of Henry’s mouth twitched.

catch ya at the Rattay tourney! ⚔️