A Hopeful Gift
Upon Ravenās desk in the main building of the vineyard sat a small wrapped basket, wrapped in what was probably an expensive, blood red silk. Attached to it was a gold leaf gilded card with the name āKynleaā written in an elegant script. The seneschal knew his bodyguard always arrived earlier, and his first stop was always the desk.
Nestled inside of the basket was a bottle of red wine, not from their vineyard, and decorated with a bow. In front of it was a small box of chocolate dipped fruits, a covered plate of various cheeses and meats, and plate of crackers, slices of a thin bread, and a knife. Raven had put a lot of effort into this, trying to tailor the flavors of everything specifically to his bodyguardās tastes. At least the ones heād gleaned from their interactions.
The inside of the card was just as embellished as the front, and the note read:
Kynlea,
I know youāre not one for sweet stuff, but it happens to be that one time of the year that people vomit feelings all over the place. Iām grateful for you and your protection. I enjoy your banter, and it is so refreshing to have someone smart enough to keep up and even surpass me in some cases. If youād like company or help consuming the delicious things in your basket, you know where I am.
Happy Valentineās Day,
Raven
The silk that wrapped everything held a familiar smell to Kyn, and that same scent wafted from the card as well. It was the sweet, almost spicy cologne that Raven favored. Cashmere and vanilla. Above the Happy Valentineās Day, it looked as if something had been written and covered with white paint. Did Raven make a mistake in his script? That didnāt even happen when he was nervous. Maybe heād written something that he regretted, and had to fix it before leaving the gift.
The smell of coffee was starting to wafte out from the back room; a sign that the seneschal was almost ready to start his day.
(( Kynlea belongs to @kidcatgemini !))
Kynlea couldnāt help but raise an eyebrow as he read the script. The corners of his mouth twitched up in a smile for a brief moment, before he looked around to see if Raven wasnāt watching him from somewhere. If he was, the bodyguard couldnāt see him.
Carefully, calloused fingers opened up the silk wrapping.
āHehā¦ā
The Ā seneschal Ā had great taste, that he couldnāt deny. Everything he did had a certain extravagance to it. Kynlea should have expected this from their interactions. Raven was a shameless flirt, and he certainly hadnāt held back when it came to his bodyguard.
Kynlea brought a hand up to scratch at his beard. He didnāt have anything to give the man in return for the giftā¦
ā¦or did he?
There was still some time left before his shift started. With a final look around to make certain that no one was watching, Kynlea scooped up the basket and followed the scent of coffee into the back room.
(( @ravendirewingā / @darkestfableā ))
While heād heard Kyn enter, and knew heād seen the basket, the ex Farstrider chose to keep quietly enjoying his cup of coffee. He sat lightly on the edge of the table, mug in one hand and paper in the other. It took all of Ravenās willpower to not look up from the paper and acknowledge his bodyguard. The small smile was hidden behind the mug as he took a sip.
As per his usual elegance, Raven was already dressed for work in the fitted slacks and a black silk shirt that was buttoned up just enough to show a bit of collarbone. The morning light was pouring in, illuminating his form in a golden halo. Every detail was perfect, and heād really hoped that Kynlea would take the bait.
( @kynlea / @kidcatgemini )
