A cool breeze blew in through the open window, catching the scent of the garden below. There was something about the stillness of the very early morning that called out to Fable in a way that he just couldn't put his finger on. He would lie and say it was from his past, but nothing about the village he grew up in could even touch the tranquility he felt when overlooking the grounds of The Violet Bastion.
In return for an extensive, dangerous job, Koira Winthrope had given Fable his choice of the rooms on the second floor, promising him that he'd always have an anchor no matter where the tides would take him. She'd spared no expense furnishing it to his tastes, and even after her passing it had remained exactly how he left it.
The large window had a padded seat set into it, making it a perfect spot to sit and watch the sunset whenever he was in his room. That window was only one part of why Fable had chosen this room, however. The west facing window overlooked the large garden and part of the training grounds, and also provided ample afternoon sun to keep the live plants he kept around his room thriving. Besides the window, his dwelling was large enough for a sizable bed, a bath tub that could hold at least four elves, and still have space for a desk and drafting table where he drew up his maps.
Now, Fable sat in that window wearing a draenei-sized white shirt that might as well be a dress on him. In his hand was a glass of brandy, a left over from one of the nights he and the other members of The Violet Bastion had spent at the tavern. Saedre was a natural leader despite how much she second-guessed herself, and she had a good sense of who to take on as members of the Bastion. Fable was quite proud of his friend, and knew Koira would be proud of her as well. There was just one not-so-little thing...
On his bed lay a sleeping Draenei, naked as the day he was born.
Raetos certainly wasn't an unwelcome guest. Not the first night he'd stayed, nor the second or third or fourth... Fable truly enjoyed the man's company, both in and out of the bedroom. What had started with a hug(taking one for the team, truly) now progressed to public affection. More than just fond quick touches. At the feast tonight, the Lightforged had even pulled Fable into his lap!
After their romps, the blood hunter had found himself unable to settle into sleep. Unease and what could only be described as confusion plagued his mind. Fable was used to unattached sex. Whatever this was with Raetos was becoming more and more attached, and he was scared. It had even been insinuated that they were a couple at one point...
“I'm not allowed to fall for him, damnit,” Fable muttered into his glass, downing the last bit of brandy before looking over to his bed. “Every time, shit goes wrong and they get taken away, ain't gonna do that again.”
He got to his feet, leaving the empty glass on the padded window seat. It occurred to him just then that even the shirt he was wearing belonged to the Lightforged. That seeing Raetos asleep hugging that ridiculously cute elekk plush made him smile, made his chest tighten just a little...
“Fuck.”
( @arcanist-starweaver and @raetos mentions)
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