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A sigh escapes their lips for what feels like the twentieth time tonight. Parties have never been particularly enjoyable (but a promise to an old colleague is a promise), hence why slender digits trail along the railing of the balcony they find refuge on for the time being. At least the noise and chatter between boring scholars about boring academia topics can be easier drowned out from this distance.

Staring out over the edge, Adrian appears to be calculating just how far of a jump to the bottom it might be . . . until the sound of footsteps catches their attention just in time. They turn towards the source and expression softens with a look of pleasant surprise. Because he said he couldn't be here, nor is he supposed to be.

But here he is anyway and Adrian can't help moving to meet him halfway and throw their arms around him in a big hug. A hug that somehow turns to being hoisted up into his arms, florist laughing softly as their arms settle around Blade's shoulders.

⸼ ⸒ ♡ @svvordsman ⚠ version 2.0

Work keeps him busy, and there's never any promises that can be made without the possibility of having to break them. Adrian knows this. So when he plans to visit this evening, they know there's always a chance something might get in the way. Still, that doesn't stop them from trying to wait up.

It's two in the morning when Blade finds them on the couch, still propped up against the armrest with a book in their lap, but it seems they couldn't resist the peaceful lure of sleep in the end. Unfortunately for him, they're a light sleeper. It doesn't take long before their eyes blink open, still groggy, to the feeling of warmth and movement.

Eventually their half-awake mind comes to the realization they've been hoisted up into his arms and they're likely being carried off to bed. Adrian shifts, arms circling weakly around his neck as they struggle to keep their eyes open.

he cannot die , they know , both blessed and cursed by the abundance. and yet the fact doesn't stop them from worrying. his recklessness has led him here , in what is likely yet another alleyway while on the brink of death. but he will wake again and find himself in a safe space , laying on the mattress of a furnished bedroom , wrapped in yet another set of bandages , his sword and coat not far from reach.

he has the option to leave when he pleases and no obligation to see the person on the other side of the door. so color adrian pleasantly surprised as swordsman enters the threshold of the living room. the book in their hand is lowered and they sit up straighter on the cushions of the sofa.

“ well , good afternoon. ” they watch as he moves to settle down beside them and , as his weight shifts suddenly onto their lap , adrian lets out a soft noise of surprise.

the gesture is so sweet , so vulnerable. but they suppose they've already seen blade at his weakest — bleeding out , unconscious , dying. if only for a moment. healer's expression softens , book abandoned now to cradle his face in the warmth of a palm.