#reevethread

Famously not a man of many words, there were thankfully other means of communication that Reeve used to get his point across.

Not that he needed to say much around Gaetan. The two formed an easy friendship some time ago; the other's capability to also converse without actually speaking words helped them create this bond. He even helped Reeve learn how to better express himself. He would never be able to repay Gaetan for his companionship, Reeve felt.

But nights like these certainly helped.

Gaetan, naturally, gravitated towards the water, even if it were within the confines of a bathtub. [ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ? ] was how Gaetan had once put it. They were just doing their part to conserve Metia's natural resources. Of course.

Running a strong, large hand down to Gaetan's toned ass, he admires the smooth musculature of his friend's body, feeling the soft skin under his fingertips. Beautiful, Reeve thinks to himself. Gaetan's slick physique contrasted Reeve's rugged, hairier self; a man of the oceans versus a man of the woods. So different, yet so alike.

Feeling Gaetan's lips on his neck, Reeve turns his face to return a kiss in kind to the other's lips, lingering slowly. When he pulls away, he looks into Gaetan's kind eyes with a lazy smile.

Of course, Reeve had not been formally invited to the gala. Why would he have been? He did not belong to any kingdom. No king held him in their service. Reeve would not want to be in service of a king anyway.

But these sorts of events were great for finding new clientele.

Inevitably, some wealthy idiot would leave so painstakingly drunk off their arse that they would stumble into some trouble, and Reeve would be there to help them. Preferably for monetary compensation. But if he did an exceedingly good job of it, they would remember him and his services. Seek him out should they need some underhanded witchery.

But tonight was different. Something happened. Exactly what, he did not know, but seeing frightened royals and nobles fleeing what should have been a joyful occasion felt wrong. Reeve decided to investigate.

What did he have to lose?

Slowly proceeding into the abyss, Reeve scans his surroundings for potential strife. Anyone with an apparent reason to exact violence. Perhaps Reeve became too focused, however, causing him to bump into a rushing individual, slamming his large, powerful body directly into theirs.