#redin-falcor

ONE: He pulled him in and refused to let ago, even with Falcor’s fake protests, laughing as he tried to get away. “Nope, never.” Ker grinned and kissed his head, his cheek, his jaw. Watching as Falcor kept squirming until he kissed his lips, laughing even into that. “Never getting away from me.”

TWO: Ker was clutching the ground, eyes screwed shut as he focused on breathing, his weak attempts at healing failing every time. He wished his sister were here, Falcor was pressing a rolled up shirt to his side, trying to stop the flow of blood. He’d survived worse, and he hated that. He hated having to be in this much. He leaned over as his love tied the shirt there with strips from his cloak, applying pressure to the wound. He caught the other mage’s lips for a moment before resting back, downing a healing potion as he did. Falcor still looked worried, but there was nothing he could do for that. 

THREE: “I’m leaving the wardens.” Ker proclaimed the second he came to their shared room, standing straight as possible and taking a deep breath. “At least the combat part.” He didn’t want this, he wanted...he wanted to spend his time not fearing for his life. Falcor rose a brow at him and Ker sat down next to him, taking his hands. “I’m done fighting, I...” Falcor just kissed him, and that was enough for Ker. No matter what he did, he had his support. 

FOUR: Ker had one around Falcor’s waist as he watched a little boy try to ice a plant, smiling as he got it, grinning up at his teacher. Ker had always wanted to deal with children, teach them, help them. “We should have kids.” He whispered, kissing Falcor gently, until he felt the other one tense as those words sunk in. As they moved away from his pupils, disbelief turned into argument...and Ker spent that night with no more kisses. On the couch. 

She sighed, that was the problem with him having his mind mostly back, he could think on what he’s done...and Keren hadn’t exactly been mentally healthy to begin with. This just added to the pain.

But the gesture may help, at least make him smile a bit. He liked Falcor, a lot. It wouldn’t make it all better, but just for a little while...

“What do you think it is?”

The Keep was barely standing, but the fact that it was spoke to how formiddable it must have been, once. Kere found a trap door in the courtyard, leading into a tunnel system that was strangely closed off. Still, the craftmanship, even to her untrained eyes, was formidable. 

She found what must have been a throne room, and while her brother stopped she kept going, Falcor following her closely, until she found what must have been the owner’s chambers. Books piled high above them, or what was left of books. On the wall there was a crest inscribed, she peered at it for a moment. Something drawing her to the room, to the crest, and the desk under it. 

“Looks like a...griffon.” She stared for a while, before her hands found the book, hidden away in the desk, sealed with magic to preserve it. A grimoire, much like the one she kept in her office back home. 

She opened it, breaking the seal easily, as though her own hand had crafted it, she found the handwriting inside to be...her own...

“Falcor...” She was concerned. What was this? Her people believed in reincarnation, but this seemed...too close to her own. The writing sounded like her own, the lettering in her sprawling script, everything. There was no title, and only a letter to describe the owner. 

Da’len, 

I leave this to you, I fear should anyone else attain it, they shall burn it. I have recorded my travels, the spells I know, combat, and those who traveled with me. You’ll find a codex inside as well as the grimoire itself. Please, keep it safe, and pass the knowledge I have found along some day. 

Lath,

Mamae, Kerensa Raven Surana

There are more letters, hastily bound in, from the woman with her name...

DROP: Your muse kills mine

Honestly, she didn’t expect to lose. She never expected to lose, but especially not to what looked like some grunt. Not someone with one lucky shot. 

She glared at them as her vision swam and she dropped to her knees, a bullet in her lung. She couldn’t breathe, everything hurt, she couldn’t do anything but drop to the ground and watch the other calmly walk away. 

He looked like someone she knew. Who the hell...wasn’t her brother dating that fuck?