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When they were much younger, Adair didn’t seem to properly say his name, which meant he went through many nicknames, going tom Tee, Eon, Thethe and just T. Theon had never been too fond of nicknames before this, and it wasn’t that he allowed Adair to give him many just because it was his prince but because even since they were young, Theon has seen Adair as his little brother, and he just wants the little prince to be happy

There is no sound when his feet touch the floor, and he knows as he watches the young prince drift out into the open courtyard that he is utterly oblivious to his presence. For just a second, he entertains the thought of turning on his heel and simply walking away, of not letting himself indulge, as it were, in yet another of these encounters that should remain as meaningless as they tend to be brief. So many of them have happened now, is the thing. They’re starting to build it up, to make something out of it without rough hands not touching soft ones, but close. A friendship? Perhaps. Or Dawson is just being hopeful, allowing himself a bit of naivety to go along with everything else, like he’s not just a glorified contract killer with loyalties to the crown, and Adair is not a prince. Things are more complex than that.

Vigilance is necessary when he’s the only one with eyes on the remaining heir to the throne of Kradaeca, and he makes sure to sweep their surroundings, taking into account the places someone could hide if they so chose to. Given that he’s of the same mind-set, he bears a general confidence that he would know, and he finds himself satisfied with his assessment as he finally allows himself a deep breath of the warm early evening air. The sun’s only just nearly going down, great streaks of peaches and soft purple tones making the sky into a painting, and when he looks up briefly, he can see the first of the stars beginning to twinkle to life. He holds his gaze there for only a tick or two before finding Adair once again with it, his protectiveness bleeding into a slight paranoia when he’s standing there exposed in a place like this. When they still don’t know what happened to the King and Queen, and he could be just as at risk as they are. He’s said it to him, before. No doubt he’ll say it to him again.

It’s part of the reason Dawson cares so much, his softhearted inability to see what’s right in front of him. It’s also part of what keeps him awake at night, fearful even now that something is going to happen, or that it has happened. He’s lost everyone, after all. Everyone. It would only make sense. Not that it has anything to do with him personally, of course. He just --- cares about the royal family, is all. Every good citizen of Kradaeca would. Especially one that was shown so much kindness by them when he was so very young. They could’ve easily left him in the streets, or taken him to one of those awful orphanages, or lead him to any number of other unsavory fates that would’ve treated him so much worse than this one.

Magnus actually likes Clancy, though he feels like the noble could be a bit more serious in regards of training and fighting. However if he puts that aside he thinks he is really fun to be around.  

Zazu and Simba

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