Asher had certainly been through a lot these past couple of weeks, had done things he’d never thought he’d ever do. Helping to slay a dragon was certainly one of them. While admittedly he’d seen enough game of thrones to know how dangerous the creatures were, he’d also seen enough to develop a fascination with them. So while killing the dragon was a feat, one the rest of camp seemed to be keen to celebrate, Asher was feeling mixed about it. Still, as a group demigods and acolytes gathered around the campfire the next night, there was more celebrating and cheering than commiserating. Faun’s played their lutes, and nymphs sang the deeds of their conquest, and people, including Asher, began to move to dance to the music. It was then that he caught sight of the tall, lengthy brunet towering in the shadows. The mix of warm firelight and cool moonlight cascading against Malachi’s marble skin looked absolutely enchanting. With a flirtatious smirk, he moved hover to the son of Zeus and took his hand. “Come over here in dance with me, Mal,” he pleaded, a glint of flirtatious mischief in his eyes, and a hint of wine on his breath. “We deserve it.”
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