(Originally written for the @folktalesofexandria zine! Itās been long enough that the authors are publishing their fics for that project, so hereās mine - some unapologetically fluffy comfort between Vax and Gilmore, who are very much boyfriends and very much in love as far as this bard is concerned...)
āYou donāt look well, Shaun.ā
Gilmore, to his credit, didnāt jump. He did, however, spin around with surprising grace and speed for a man of his size whoād recently been mauled by a dragon, and send a reflex bolt of arcane energy directly into his boyfriendās face.
āShit!ā Vax ducked, just in time. He still felt the bolt sizzle over his head, though, raising the hairs on the back of his neck ā when he straightened up and looked over his shoulder, there was a scorch mark on the wall behind him. āWhat kind of a welcome is that for your poor boyfriend? I come to cheer you upāā He shrugged the bag heād been carrying off his shoulder, holding it up as a peace offering. āāand you try to take my head off!ā
āSorry, dear boy.ā Gilmore winced, apologetic, as he lowered his hands and opened his arms for Vax to fall into. āItās just been a long, long day. Iām a little on edge.ā And more than a little paranoid after the incident with the Rakshasa, though he didnāt feel like having that particular argument again. āThough, perhaps if you didnāt insist on crawling through the window every time you wanted to visit, and instead knocked on the doorā¦ā