#rayllumweek2019

Day 8: Confession

“Rayla, Azymondias. Zym, Rayla.”

HTTYD AU anyone?!

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@rayllum-week Day 1 — Fireflies

for @rayllum-week day 1: fireflies

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They finally made it to Xadia. And it only took swimming in freezing water, breaking a primal stone, leaving old friends behind, riding a ship captained by a blind sailor, nearly getting electrocuted, using dark magic, losing their father, sending Ezran home to be the new king, and nearly drowning in lava.

It sounded like a lot, Rayla new, but really, it could have been worse.

Callum could have actually died -- multiple times!

She glanced over at the mage. She had been doing that a lot lately. Not like, an inappropriate amount. But a normal, friendly amount of glancing was happening. She was worried about him. Between the dark magic fever and the regional heat, he was looking very red. And he wouldn’t look at her. Not that he needed to look at her, or even that she wanted him to look at her like she was looking at him.

Not that she was looking at him -- aside from the aforementioned glancing which was done out of worry rather than any actual desire to just look at him she was sure -- but he wasn’t looking at her. More than normal, that was.

But every time Rayla looked to Callum, it seemed he was specifically looking away. He also appeared to get redder and redder each time, so Rayla was getting worried over it. Hence the glancing.

She had nearly lost him too many times for him to die of heatstroke or something. So, Rayla looked toward the dying sunlight and decided they should rest.

As Callum began preparing a spot where they could lie down, Rayla trotted into the foliage to forage some extra food -- and maybe get some water, too. But she remained extra vigilant, listening from any cries of discomfort from her companion.

She was watching him for his own health, and no other reason, she insisted. She wasn’t even really watching him, either. More like she was --

She was tripping over trees, more like. Rayla spat out a bit of dirt, glaring at the large root over which she had fallen. The elf stood up, giving the wood a hardy kick for good measure as she dusted herself off. Where had she been?

Right, the not-quite-watching-Callum-but-still-watching-Callum.

Then, as Rayla emerged into another clearing, her face lit up, and a smile wound it’s way onto her lips. She looked out to the flickering and fluttering, the soft buzz of the night soothing her erratic emotions -- not that she felt emotions just from thinking about Callum.

Well, other than worry, of course. And, the girl allowed, sometimes annoyance.

But still, Rayla found herself enamored with the sight, and decided then that she should get Callum to see this, too. Not that she wanted to share such a possibly-romantic-but-probably-not sight with him, obviously. But just because it was a breath-taking, beautiful sight that more people should see.

Clearly.

So, the assassin walked back toward their makeshift camp and brought Callum to the field of fireflies. She watched him again -- just to gauge how he was feeling -- because she was still worried, of course! -- and not because he was nice to look at -- not that he wasn’t -- not that she’d have noticed anyway! -- because he was -- though she didn’t notice, duh -- but this time, he was looking back at her.

Her breath stopped. Her heart quickened. Her world faded out, leaving only the boy in front of her.

He blinked, and she noticed his face reddening -- right! He was unwell at the moment! Hence why she brought him to the fireflies! To make him feel better, that was, not because she -- she had explained this earlier.

“What’re ya staring at me for?” He was supposed to be looking at the fireflies.

“Right! Sorry.” He turned away quickly, an even worse flush on his face.

@rayllum-week - Day 1 - Fireflies

@rayllum-week day 3: College AU

"Maybe there's a chance."

"A chance to die!"