Re: the ask game, Akedan 2.0 👀 👀 👀
Also tagging @cosmereplay on this one cause you two both asked me within about five minutes of each other 😆😍
Soooo this one is pretty filthy and I'm having a blast with it (so is Akedan for that matter) 😏 It's set several months after Blatantly Inappropriate, and while I don't know yet what all the work tags are going to be exactly... they will include Akedan/Adolin, Akedan/Dalinar, Friends with Benefits, and Sloppy Seconds 😇
“Coming to watch me duel tomorrow?” Adolin asked, stretching lazily on his rumpled bed.
Akedan snorted as he dressed, raising an amused eyebrow. “What am I, courting you now? I think your ego gets quite enough attention from your other admirers as it is.”
“Ah, so you admit you are an admirer, then.”
Rolling his eyes, Akedan didn’t bother dignifying the comment with a reply.
It had taken him awhile to figure Adolin out when they’d gone from being just friends to being …friends. While Adolin was unquestionably— and sometimes embarrassingly— very interested in women, and adhered rather admirably to propriety where they were concerned… he had no desire to settle down any time soon. And he apparently saw no problem with two friends ‘just helping each other out’, as he’d once put it, in the meantime.
Luckily, Akedan saw no problem with that, either.
Finished dressing, he perched on the edge of the bed to pull his boots on. “Think you’ll manage to wipe that insufferable smirk off Vamar’s face, at least?”
Adolin yawned, squirming around to burrow under the tangled blankets. “Absolutely. He’s not half as good as he thinks he is.”
“Heh. I’m looking forward to seeing what excuses he comes up with at the winehouse, after,” Akedan said, crossing to the door. “Those are always extraordinarily entertaining.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Adolin said; then yawned again. “Night, Akedan.”
“Goodnight,” Akedan answered.
A moment later, he had slipped out of Adolin’s chambers and headed off down the corridor with a grin on his face and a bounce in his step.
His family was one of many who had been offered guest rooms in the palace itself, but it was nevertheless late enough that the halls were nearly deserted. In fact, he didn’t see another soul until he rounded a corner several minutes later and only narrowly avoided walking smack into—
Dalinar Kholin. The Blackthorn himself.
