#mesclavete

I must ensure that I will get alone again sometime soon! I am certain that they also enj- Oh! What do I think I'm doing! Of course neither of them will think twice about the silly little "dates" I so enjoyed with them, such as that frivolous game. They've probably forgotten already - returning to their incessant bickering and - ugh - research. They have much more important things to think about and people to do than me. Uhmmm wait a second.. reverse that! Yes, that's better.

I can even hear them now, muttering and plotting the night away in the commanders’ quarters while I.. lay.. here. Alone. Where I ought to remain! Forever. Their little offers and invitations are basic cordiality.

But the way Salvadore's hand bru- OH LOOK AT ME. Utterly ridiculous! The spark. The shiver I felt... It was definitely just the cold. In my own head. Ha ha! I can just be so silly. Yes, of course, I may not be able to silence my own feelings of love and devotion, but luckily I can be sure - without a single miniscule echo of doubt - that they are absolutely not requited even in the slightest. The delusions of a madman! Naturally. The commanders ought not cause any trouble at all.

Ah, what a relief! I am doing such a good job with hidi- Erm, with grounding myself in how things are. With not letting my hopes up! What is that pesky little thing that harasses me endlessly by bringing those two to the top of my mind? This urge that insists on frivolously hoping? How pathetic can I be! There are no grounds for something like that here.

Not when- Yes, good, don't question th- The insanity, of course! I do not doubt their apathy towards me for one measly second. And I dare not! For reasons of... pride, of course. I am just some hapless fool, groundlessly yearning for the most eligible bachelors in all of Mendev. And what should they want with me, a reckless party boy, whom they only brought along because they had to. Of course.

But he loo- Ah right, but that's exactly what I am. A fool. Whatever else could be the reason that I fabricate feelings and moments that just did not happen in any real way whatsoever! Romanticizing nothingness.

Gods. I am so fucked up.

Ha. Gods. As if they have ever cared.

Well, not to worry. I have no need for gods of any sort. I am here and I have it all under control this time. Nobody will be in danger here. Because there is simply no need! They do not look twice in my direction despite my obsession. And that will not stop me from showering them in my affection despite that it - yes - it must bother them so.

But the way Mesclavetty looked at me right before drawing his arrow on the sla- Ah!!!! I!!!! - Ah, hm..what was that? A splash in the water? Camellia, perhaps? I should greet her before my mind starts to wander again for no verifiable reason whatsoever.

Yes, Daeran deliberately mispronounces Mix's name and I had to clarify that via spelling it differently 🤭

Anyway.

I hope you enjoyed my perspective on how Daeran mentally manipulates himself to try and protect his loves from the crosshairs of the Other! 💘

Salvadore obviously belongs to @dmagedgoods !

Daeran was not getting the hang of it, nor did he care to, but he chose to entertain Mix's proposal to teach him archery anyway for the perks.

Mix paused to admire Daeran's neck through the golden hair brushing against his cheek and lips. He let out a warm him, his chest vibrating with warmth into Daeran's back.

"I cannot help but wonder if I might be more successful with a less distracted teacher." Daeran's eyes sparkled with self satisfaction as he nudged Mix with his hips jovially.

Mix's hum turned into a low, playful growl as he reached his fingers across the aasimar's forearms and traced his muscles to ensure the correct ones activated as he pulled the bow taught.

"He does not care for this, Mesclavete. You're wasting both of your time," Salvadore teased with too much honesty, his tone even but his eyebrows risen as he watched the two with an interest much more powerful than he would let show. The tea in the cup he held just in front of his lips had gone cold from his distraction.

Mix flashed him a sharp grin.

"Don't worry Salvadore, you'll have your turn teaching him how to wield large pointy metal rods soon enough," Mix flashed his gaze towards the Salvadore with a smirk, as his other hand cupped Daeran's hip to remind him to remain still, yanking slightly. Daeran's body snapped perfectly into place against Mix's, stealing his focus back to the lesson.

"Now, aim..and..fire," Mix whispered the mantra into Daeran's ear before shifting his eyes back to the torquoise gaze that returned his own.

Daeran jerked his own eyes towards Salvadore before releasing and winked at him. The sound of glass shattering filled all of their ears, stealing Mix's - and only Mix's - attention. Another broken window.

"Well, at least your arrow didn't fall to the ground again," Mix squeezed his hip and guided his body again - this time to turn and face himself. Daeran let the bow fall to the ground neglected as Mix kissed his neck hungrily.

"A useful lesson indeed... How *ever* shall I repay you?" he joked.

Mix's hand was still tangled in Daeran's hair when Salvadore showed up beside them, slipping his hands into each of their jackets, pulling them both into his large and firm embrace.

"How about we all stick to our own skillsets?" Salvadore mocked. The two shorter men turned up towards him and kissed his jaw, mirroring each other.