Gold Digging Fanalis

Yaqut sat on the cold stone ground of his enclosure, staring out at the other whom had been placed in it as well. The other seemed to be a fanalis, like him, but in truth Yaqut didn’t care at all. What was another fanalis than another slave, it wasn’t anyone who would be of any importance to him. 

Despite that he felt as if he had to say something, clearing his throat he spoke up. His voice still raspy from under-use. 

“That’s a parade… para-whatever.” Paradox, he means. Some really smart word he picked up from Muron, yeah.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’d never do somethin’ that childish and egoistic.” He’s totally doing something that childish and egoistic. “By the way, some noble lady was searchin’ for ya, somethin’ ‘bout wantin’ to have hot, steamy sex all night long, maybe ya should hurry off.”

“nah’ it’s not, what do ya’ know bout’ it anyway?!”, honestly he didn’t understand what word RohRoh was going for either. But he just guessed. 

“Already finished mine while ye were too busy talkin’ bullshit…Also I need it for my growth!” That’s the only time she’ll admit not being tall.

tho Roh was most likely still a slave at this time too so it'll get super awkward

More about this verse under the cut

10: Belly-button Kiss

In truth this was the kind of situation that he’d spent a while hoping for, to be caught in bed with a rich noble. Even if said noble wasn’t a woman he really didn’t care, so here he was, hugging onto the stomach of one of Sindria’s most important generals. 

In truth Yaqut was a little surprised at first, but quickly adjusted to the tiny hands and body climbing up his back to show up on his shoulder. Before reaching behind him and lifting her off his shoulders, and holding her out in front of him. 

“Yeah sure, now gimme your food.”

   “Yeah, that’s truly… tragic.” Quickly shoves a huge pile of blankets out of sight. No, he totally hasn’t stolen these from his comrades, or anything. He’s obviously not planning to share, though. “Aren’t ya always braggin’ that ye’re so ‘damn hot’ or anythin’? So how can ya complain ‘bout the cold at the same time? Get yer shit together, Yaqut.”

“RohRoh we have a problem, I repeat, we have a problem!”

His voice was horse, showing that he’d just seemingly ran across the castle in the freezing cold weather. Slowing down to actually catch his breath and not suffocate on cold air in his attempt to warn his friend of this conundrum. 

*pokes your cheek insistently*