Paladin of Valor

“Ahh. Well.”

He rubbed at his arms for a moment, tail flicking around his legs, before he glanced back up at Connor.

He took the paladin by the shoulders, pulled him down a bit, and stood on the tips of his hooves, to press a light peck to his lips, then drew back in less than a moment.

“Thank you.”

He couldn’t stop from smiling pleased as he tilted his a bit when he was pulled down just a bit. The smile only wavered when lips pressed against his own for a brief moment.

He didn’t think Connor would explode. Just be… annoyed. Or uncomfortable. But he seemed more amused than anything, which was relieving. Of course, then Connor decides he apparently needs less clothing. He swings his leg to the side and pulls off his coat, shoulders flexing against the white fabric of his shirt, tinted by the warm glow of the fireplace. Fae blinks, caught again staring, only to jump a little as Connor drapes the coat of his own bare shoulders and slides onto the floor next to him.

Oh.

He sits for a second, stunned, before he reaches up to pull the coat closer around him. He breathes in, and it smells warm and earthy, like summer in Oakhurst. His face heats up, and he hides a little in the coat collar, which just envelopes him further in the smell and warmth.

“Luxury…” he repeats. This feels like luxury right here, comfortable and warm and wearing Connor’s coat that makes him think of fresh-tilled earth and honey-suckles and the sunlight he hasn’t seen in months. “…I could be convinced.”

“If you can then maybe the others will come around to the idea.”

He’s not very slick when he goes to sniffing, blushing, and burying himself further into Connor’s coat, but Connor doesn’t mind at all. Its-- well endearing to say the least. However, being without his coat and being on the floor with the fireplace being so far away doesn’t make being cold better. He slung his arm over Faer’ulviir’s shoulders and pulling him against his side. 

The tiefling cleared his throat rather formally, tail flicking at the tip.

“Well, then…indulge me. What is so godly about my demeanor? The crown of fire doesn’t count.”

Ah, not oblivious then.

He shifts the clothes to a basin with clear water, and turns back around. He tucks his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around himself, feeling exposed. Might be that he’s still shirtless, but it’s more that Connor’s looking at him with that scrutinizing expression, and Fae’s notoriously bad at reading people.

“….I got distracted while listening to you and felt too awkward to ask what you said,” he sighs, like a child caught doing wrong.“

Connor watches him move and then immediately curl up on the floor. And the explanation actually pulled a small laugh from him. He unlatched himself from the chair, swinging his leg over the chair and slid off his coat. 

“You know I’m not going to explode if you ask me to repeat myself. I actually do want your input. What you think matters to me.”

He put the coat over Faer’ulviir’s shoulders and sits next to him, crossing his legs at the ankle. Of course he would be colder with winter outside, and he’s half naked on the floor.

Kairon raises a finger, opens his mouth, then shuts it.

“That was…very kind of you to say. Did you just call me godly in appearance?”

“I sure did.”

He beams, fairly satisfied. 

“Uh- yeah. Probably.”

He finishes with his sword and shuffles to the side to rinse his clothes, rising onto his knees and bending over the basin with his back to Connor. Connor seems perfectly oblivious, which is… probably for this best. Better oblivious than having to uncomfortably explain himself.

Ah. Well, that didn’t go anywhere either.

He sighs as he noticed that speck was a small scratch. He slips the eye wear back on and leans his arms over the back of the chair, resting his elbow on the back and his cheek in his hand. Legs cross around the back of the chair as he calls out.

He says, a little distracted. Connor swings the chair and straddles it. He’s wearing his new clothes, and they’re tailored to his form well. Really well.

He only catches the last few words of what Connor says.

“Uh- yes.”

Idly, he takes off his glasses and gently runs a cloth over each lens with a hum.

“Its been pretty rough on us, yeah? I was thinking of turning it into a actual thing for the party?”

He questions out loud, as he squints at a particular stubborn speck on the glass.

“So you support gay rights? You sure you won’t kick me out of the party?”

Kairon looked at his bare legs. “Well….”

–Cut–

He smiles a little down at his sword as Connor speaks. He rubs the back of his neck a little.

“Alright, it’s gay then.” Coughs a little, and sets his sword aside. “And that’s not a problem. Right?”

“Well… I guess I’m probably due to replace some of these. Adventuring wears your clothes out really quick.”

“Its hasn’t been a problem and I doubt it ever will be.” 

He hums, turning to take seat in a chair, turning it so he’s straddling the back of it.

“….What does that have to do with anything.”

“…..connor that’s gay.”

He stares at Kairon for a long moment.

“....”

     he feels the burns heal and flexes his fingers. it was a bad combination, his tendency to get numb fingers and working with tiny flames and knives. the healing is welcome, really.

         “ eh. ‘m just gonna get sneakier….hopefully. still not as quiet as yevgeni. ”

“Well Yevgeni is--”

He pauses as he waves a hand dramatically.