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?

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[chimerad]

[there's something...cathartic? about doing humdrum merc work. cathartic and weird...because rarely has he had such a long streak of said humdrum before something was afoot - some new dark happenings, some prophecy or hijinks...

honestly? he wouldn't be that floored if he walked back into the inn and saw Lina and Gourry going to town on the daily specials. part of him would like that, actually; despite whatever images he conveys intentionally or not, he does like his friends.

most of the time.

that said, he wishes that's who he heard from the other side of the door as he approaches, feeling a jolt of alarm. who is-? that's...Emery's voice and... who-?

he backsteps when the door opens, his eyes sharpening as he attempts to glean whatever he can of face and figure hidden in that cloak, watching it move without regarding him whatsoever. the bad feelings are immediate, and the moment she's out of sight, he steps inside and closes the door behind him, searching for disaster and just finding a smile instead.

unsurprisingly:] Who was that?

[fair_trouble]

[And in response to that, Emery merely arches an eyebrow.]

Well yeah, but I wasn't suggesting we should have sex, just cuddle.

[Emery curls up a knee and rests his arm on it, lips twitching into a smirk.]



Goodness, you have a dirty mind, don't you?