The pair had made quite the little camp for themselves, the rogue now sitting leaning against a sturdy log, long legs locked at the ankles. A small but warm campfire burning nearby.
The smaller of the sketchbooks he frequently used rested in his lap. Beside him a loosely closed box of macaroons, one of which he held pinched between two of his fingers as he tapped the end of his pencil against the empty page with his other hand.
The day has been fairly uneventful, breakfast with Fhaliona, debriefing, a strategic planning meeting, lunch, sparring and now relaxing.
What better way than to sketch? Or so he'd thought. No matter what he tried no art seemed to flow forth. Perhaps it was from being out in the open. He let his head flop back as he chewed a mouthful of the sweets Taoln had sent him with. Too much effort in moving himself to him the safe confines of his tent.
Dropping the pencil onto the open book, he leaned to the left and tugged free a cigarette, a match and the little photo frame. Once the vice was lit he tossed the spent match into the campfire, his hands returning to pry open the little frame, laying it out across the pages to peer at again.
"What have you got there?" The tone and accent in her voice causing Dizarak's head to swivel and peer at her with wide eyes, he relaxed slightly when his orbs met the Lightforged and not his Little Lapis.
"What was that look for?" She questioned lowering herself onto the log next to him "you look as though you are disappointed it is me."
Flicking him a knowing look full of tease.
A twist of the wrist and he pointed the remaining bite of the macaroon in his hand at her, "that's not nice, you do that on purpose don't you?"
Fhaliona laughed aloud, "Perhaps I am testing your worthiness by judging your reactions." She said with a shrug.
"Macroon?"
A sweet treat was held up to her in offering, she plucked it from his fingers and took a sniff before nibbling on it, her nose scrunching as she placed it atop her knee to remain.
"This is not what I was asking about and you know it," her fingers pointed toward the photo frame on his lap as she leaned over to peer down at him.
Mismatched eyes glanced back at the image, taking a drag of his cigarette before speaking, smoke rolling from his lips, "s'a Valentine's gift from my boys. You've seen Ashraen," he pointed to the firey red head's picture, his ear tips deepening in tone and a smile breaking across his face "this is Azryl, he's a medic. Kept me alive after the last time you saw me."
He spoke almost sheepishly, the weight of their last fight together lingering on his words.
"There is no image of Illei. Why? Do you not love her just as much?" She poked fun "I will gladly take her if you are not so attacthed."
A lofted brow above his void eye was all he gave before leaning to tug the cloth sleeve up over his shoulder to reveal the crystalline tattoo that represented his icy love.
Gold flecked lavender eyes widened in shock, "quite serious then, to have marked yourself for her is quite the show of devotion."
Crossing her ankles in front of her she leaned back to tug her own laced cigarette from her stash. She leaned forward touching the tip of her vice to Dizarak's to light it before leaning back to enjoy it.
"I guess I cannot let you die then, wouldn't want to upset her. Of course if I do then I can have her to myself."
"Real nice there Fha... what do you want me to do break up with her so you can have a go?" He snorted.
"No because then I would have to kill you and then where would I get these?" She held up her cigarette with a broad grin.
"Oh I see....that's all I'm good for then huh?" He snapped the photo frame shut and tucked it back in his pocket.
"You are good for many things, your height is a great for reaching tall places. You are mildly funny. I guess you make some people happy."
"I get it, I get it." He scowled in mock pain.
They laughed in unison. Relaxed until mission begins.
(Mentioned @blackhooftrading 's Fhaliona, @ashraenv @azadzior @hinahinagray 's Taoln.)