#aaaaaaah!

"While you were away in Alola... I went to court." She can't stop smiling, unable to play cool about it. "I'm free."

He takes the paper from her, the initial concern from "I went to court" quickly dispersing into disbelief. "Yo, dat for serious?" He stares at her for a moment before flashing a wide grin. "Dat's da best news! See, what I wen tell you? No stay caged up forever, not someone like you!"

A pause, and then what the hell, he gives her a hug. She deserves it. "Clearly I wen miss out on plenny. Gonna have to catch ya boy up. But damn girl. Freedom!"

OH MY GOD KIM SOLEUM MADE A CONTRACT WITH WHO ?????????

OC kiss week tiny drabble!  I hope you like it and feel free to do with it what you want :) <3 it is a near kiss~

The sound of metal hitting metal echoed down the halls of the sanctum but it was largely ignored by those wandering around or working. It had been going on for some time now and most assumed someone was training, honing their skills for their next contract. They weren’t wrong.

Revas lunged at the taller elf but was easily parried. A simple shove to his shoulder knocked him off balance and he tumbled to the floor with a grunt. When he rolled onto his back, the dagger pointed at his throat wasn’t a surprise and he groaned, “come on, you’ve got to let me win one day.”

With a smile, Azlo lowered his dagger and the glow of the orb in his other hand died down. He watched as Revas stood and shrugged, “you’ll win when you don’t let that impulsiveness get the better of you.”

Once upright, Revas stretched his arms before readying his weapons again. Azlo’s smile grew as the light of the orb brightened once more. Revas was quick, something he tries to use in his favor against opponents. But Revas was also overly confident in his speed at times and this was one of them. With a point to the floor, Azlo covered parts of the ground under them with ice. Revas yelped when he lost traction suddenly, the daggers in his hands pointed downward into the ground to help him keep steady.

What happened next was a surprise to Azlo. Revas recovered far quicker than he thought he would and was in his face. The shorter elf had a grin across his lips as he moved in closer. Their breaths mixed, both breathing heavier from the exertion of the duel. Azlo didn’t miss the way Revas’ eyes glanced down at his lips before meeting his again, “I win.”

They stood there for a moment, Revas’ grin only growing. The younger crow’s tongue poked out some and then the moment was broken. Revas let out a strangled sound when something cold and sharp poked under his chin. He frowned at the smile on Azlo’s face and lowered his daggers in defeat.

The shard of ice grown from the orb in Azlo’s hand grew taller and Revas had to step back to avoid it from piercing his skin. Azlo laughed and dispelled the magic when Revas was far enough away. As the orb vanished and the dagger was sheathed, he spoke, “you can’t use a Crow’s trick on another Crow.”