#sathanin

Bebe leans back in their chair to peer at the man standing in their doorway. A grin spreads across their lips as they make to stand up, already starting to shuck off their armor and reaching to grab the clothe wraps for their hands.

Waking up with Sath gone and Rhadris still asleep next to him wasn't really abnormal, but when Lear makes it to the kitchen, he can't help but be surprised by the flowers on display. Carefully, he pulls the note off the stem of a blue flower, reading it slowly as a lovestruck smile takes to his face.

Oh Sath... you are sweet some days.

Lear had been a bit concerned when he had come home (admittedly very late) to the sounds of someone moving around the house. Even when he called his lovers' names, no answer came. 

Nervously, he steps in to the hallway leading to their rooms, snapping his fingers to call upon fire for a bit of light. The noise seems to startle something and suddenly a large shape is rushing at him; a flash of blonde hair and a tattoo'd arm -

Sath headbutts him, right in the stomach. The two of them fall to the floor with pained and uncomfortable grunts. After a few moments, all sounds from the brawler seem to cease.

When Lear peers down at the man on top of him, he's met with the vision of a sleeping face. Gently, he brushes hair from the man's face.

Yawning, he rolls over and buries his face in the pillow to his left, taking slow breaths through his nose. Smelled like Sath… and Rhadris, but mostly the Brawler. It was a pleasant kind of scent, really, nice to wake yourself up with at the very least.

The mage stayed like that for a while, face down and slowly rousing himself, keeping an ear on the quiet house. Seems the two were out… Lear wondered absently if they would be home for dinner. Maybe they could make noodle soup, he hummed happily at the idea. He'd make it. He should start now, so it was done when they got home.

A good plan, but he would need to get out of bed for it… 

Once, twice, three times, they wrapped the cloth around the their wrist. Once, twice, thrice, four times around their hand, once between each knuckle and then twice more around the hand.

Shifting, Bebe starts the same ritual with their other hand, checking that the bindings were free or wrinkles and not too tight. This afternoon they were doing sparring again, on the House's lawn. They'd set up the ring again, pilled out stakes and a rope to mark the edges on the ground.

Last week had been… well it had been interesting but also fun. The hope was for that to be true this time as well, especially since people had expressed the want to add magic duels to the agenda. Bebe was no magic wielder, but Dem'vre had assured them that magic duels could be plenty safe - if the participants knew their limits.

If they don't… I have my potions stocked and plenty of energy to channel the light. Everything will be fine, even if it doesn't stay to plan.

They wiggle their fingers, clench and unclench their hands, exhaling slowly.

"I love you"

I love you... the words kept buzzing in his brain, echoing louder and louder... 

"-When the moment is right, you should tell him too... you know?"

On normal nights, Lear was a fitful and heavy sleeper, for good reason; he needed it sorely. Using the arcane as much as he did was exhausting and yesterday evening was even more than usual. 

Teleporting three people at once was tiring, more than he expected. He hadn't made a portal for more than himself in a long while, it was jarring to have had it sap so much energy.

Even worse was how hard it was to carry a kicking and almost screaming Sath home to the couch. Thank the Gods that he crashed so fast... They all had; Rhadris in the large arm chair, Sath on the couch, and Lear sitting on the floor, Sath's sweaty hand in his. 

It was odd to spend a night not curled up with both of them in bed, he didn't like it, not one Gods damned bit. Especially given how upset both Ris and Sath were before they slept. Lear's heart ached, he would have given anything to scoop them both up and hold them close... maybe they could just... not go out today. They could stay home, pile in bed, sleep it all off. Maybe talk it over tomorrow...

Getting dressed without making too much noise was just as hard but he did it and shuffled out to the main room, patting around for spare note paper. Yawning, he conjures a pen and scribbles a quick note.

Sath, Ris,

I might have had some steady work referred to me. I am going to check it out. Be back soon as I can.

Love,

Lear

As a second thought he draws a heart next to his name, chuckling.

Setting the note on the counter, he turns and searches for his sword, upon finding it, he loops the sheath's straps around his belt, checks everything is in place then pulls up his cowl.