#faerulviir

Drew a little scene for @faerulviir of the two foils, Fae and Rahadin.

‘How are you so calm?’

He wasn’t that calm, was he? In his own mind, his thoughts haven’t settled since-- well since standing in Grace’s house and meeting eyes with that strange figure. Everything seemed to happen and he had no choice but to accept it and move on, whether he was calm about it or not... However, he didn’t show anxiety or fried nerves in obvious ways.

He rubbed his shoulders, the dull ache and sting of his newer wounds layered on top of old didn’t do much to stop his movements. He was getting used to the feeling. Adrenaline had been the perfect painkillers for every mark on his body, and the growing tolerance toughening him, just slightly. 

Still hurt, the scars won’t leave, a somewhat bitter taste stays in his mouth.

he's not expecting fae to sink down to rest against him - but part of him is grateful for it. his body aches with exhaustion, the sensation of pain finger-creeping up his spine to remind him that he really can't keep running the way they have been.

he would keep going, but fae has made the decision for them to rest for rixian. he closes his eyes with a grumble, head tilted back to lean on the stone walls and let the sound of ancient ruins lull him into something like safety.

" we can't sleep very long here, but...just a nap is fine. "

You are being hugged with enough force to lift you off the ground.

he's not expected to be picked up, but he doesn't fight fae's grip on him as he's lifted off his feet.

" hey, hey, thank you. you can put me down now. "

he smiles crookedly, his eyes creasing when he does.

it's been a long time since he's been stripped out of his armor around @faerulviir. the times of his travels have been long and arduous, the ship unfurling its sails and disappearing into the planes to travel to the next sphere in the system.

when fae asks with such astonishment in his voice, rixian can't remember why it must be such a shock -- before he lets his hand drift to where his shirt exposes his side.

the cut there is long and curved, from the middle of his ribs and to the front. whatever had caused the injury had caught and followed the curve of his rib rather than cut into the soft bits beneath.

"Hey, catch!"

Throws a water balloon at him.

" oh, you tried. "

he does catch the balloon without popping it, laughing as he tosses it between his hands and heaves it back at fae.

" you should know better! ranged is how i work best! "

" did you forget you're mister tall, dark and handsome? we stick out in a crowd. quit staring back and we'll be fine. "

though the women who lingered at the edges of the streets were usually a good source of information, they didn't have time to break off and talk right now.