Can we see like an example of how the Ro's are when they are jealous? Also will the Ro's get jealous of each other?
Like let's say someone was flirting/hitting on Mc.
Only doing Arthur cause I want to work on the game.
Arthur's fingers tighten on the handle of his beer glass. Tally's question only made his jaw clench tighter.
"So, are you going to do anything? Because I think he thinks he's got a chance?"
"Maybe they don't want me to intervene?" he replies uncertainly, his eyes sliding over your figure.
You stopped for the night, after two weeks in the wilderness camping, your little group was delighted to finally find a place to sleep in the warmth. Half-blood-friendly to boot. What more could you ask for? You were ecstatic, and so was Arthur. But his spirits had gone down to half-mast. The young Tear should have known better, you're far too attractive not to attract attention. No sooner had you descended the steps leading to the main hall, free of the sweat and dirt that had so far hide you, than greedy eyes began to devour you.
He couldn't stop his gaze from falling on you and clinging to you either. But it was different, you were his light, his rose. But they had no right to look at you like that as if you were just another piece of meat.
You didn't pay them the slightest bit of attention in return, preferring to sit at your table without making a fuss, right next to him. A glance from him towards the room above your head was enough to stop the heaviest glances from the old perverts, but when you had to get up to refill everyone's glasses, the young man behind the bar saw an opportunity.
And you'd been stuck there for nearly 10 minutes now, too shy or too polite to tell him you weren't interested in him. And the furious beast of jealousy was scratching its way out from under Arthur's chest.
Breathe in, breathe out. He didn't want to cause a scene and annoy everyone. You'll certainly call him if anything happens, won't you?
"Oh, looks like the barman's in a brave mood. Was that his hand just brushing Mc's?"
Arthur was out of his seat in the second, footsteps and heart heavy leading him towards you. What audacity!
"Hey," he whispers in your ear, making you jump slightly as he positions himself behind you, arms on either side of your figure. There, with him by your side, Arthur sees you relax. There's so much relief in your voice when your lips say his name.
Oh how he loves it, his name leaving your lips. Wrapped in love. His hands grip the wooden counter at the risk of grabbing you and being indecent. His ocean green eyes never take their eyes off the young barman as Arthur brushes his nose against your neck. "What's keeping you here?"
You blush. "Nothing at all, I'm just waiting for our order."
"Hm," he places his lips on your neck, delighted by the other young man's look of disappointment and outrage. With a final kiss on your temple, he whispers to you. "Go to our table, I'll get the glasses."
There's worry in your eyes as you turn around, but Arthur soothes it with a second caress. Rubbing your nose with his. "Go on, it's all right, I'm not angry," he adds for your ears only.
You nod, place a kiss on his cheek, and walk back to your table where Tally gives him a thumbs-up. Now it's time to have a little chat with this guy.
