Apr 16, 2018
fawke is just gonna grab andreas and hug him real tight
Andreas buries his face against Fawke’s chest, hands grabbing fistfulls of the warlock’s robes with a grip that says he never wants to let go. Then he takes in a deep breath, the scent that has long lost its familiarity.
“I was..” The tears break through before he even has the chance to finish, but it’s something anyone that knows Andreas would come to expect. “.. so worried about you.”
Whatever had happened to Fawke, he’s sure he’ll find out later. He’ll save the scolding for now.