fairyland fun! (your levels of fun may vary)

[fair_trouble]

[New day, new town, and hopefully new opportunities. Specifically opportunities to make some money because Zel and Emery’s funds have been running kind of low after their most recent misadventure. This has meant a temporary separation while Zelgadis goes to look for merc-type work and potential cure leads and Emery goes around chatting up the locals without terrifying them.

Or at least that was the plan, until Calanthe showed up.

By the time Zel gets back to the inn, Emery’s still busy talking to Calanthe in their inn room, although the conversation’s just about wrapping up. If he’s perceptive he might even catch a bit of Emery’s words.

“...some funds this time? ...Seriously, is that it? He’s always such a cheapskate. …Okay I got it. I’ll see you later.”

A few moments later a woman wearing a green cloak exits their inn room. Her hood is up, partly obscuring a pale face and hair, and she barely spares anyone a passing glance as she drifts down the hallway.

Emery is still standing inside the inn room looking pensive, but when Zel enters he’ll give him a bright smile.]

Oh! Hey, Zel. Did you manage to find anything?

Comments

[chimerad]

[they didn't mean it like that!! >:T]

I-I know, I only... [they deflate a little, unable to come up with a good reasoning that doesn't sound lame.] Right. Might be better if I don't tilt the boat just by...standing around. I guess.

[it's just so easy to make the problem his problem.]

[fair_trouble]

[Zel pls]

Are you always this protective of people, or is this a dating privilege?

[Is Emery ~special?~ *sparkle sparkle*

Or is it because Zel normally hangs out with way stronger people than an effete lad whose primary skill is Looking Pretty]

[chimerad]

[Zel's face darkens with a blush, prompting a pointed look elsewhere.

dry:] M-maybe I'm the one needing protecting. Foreign land and all.

[fair_trouble]

[Zel can avert his gaze all he wants, but that won't stop Emery from looking at him. And smiling.]

Don't worry. I won't let anyone take advantage of you.

[Because that's Emery's job, of course.]

[chimerad]

[they breathe out a hmph, features softening a bit (in a way); even just the peripheral sense of the smile he can hear is a kind of ghostly tickle under his skin.

he reaches for and takes Emery's hand gingerly by the fingers, kissing his knuckles. the silly feeling he gets in doing so is beat out by the delight of being able to do so.]

My hero.