Maybe I will write these ideas as proper one-shots one day. Here have some more food if you will @yeetmeoutthewindowdaddy
Gardening:
Shirtless Zevlor out tilling the soil for the seedlings to be planted. He looks over to see Halsin teaching and answering Rolan’s questions about growing magical plants as the wizard's planting them while wearing a little sunhat.
Sparring:
Zevlor and Rolan get roughed up from sparring each other. Halsin happily trotting over to go patch them both up. Zevlor is reluctant that he can tend to his own wounds and that Halsin should take care of Rolan first even though he isn't the one severely injured or has a sprained ankle. Halsin and Rolan both fuss over him while he recovers.
Preparing Dinner:
Halsin prepares the simple sides and helps around with the prep work, Zevlor is in charge of the main course and Rolan the dessert. Halsin goes around being the taste tester. Over Zevlor's shoulder he would lean over and Zevlor would hold out a sampling spoonful taste of a stew he prepared. Halsin would help Rolan kneed the dough or fetch some ingredients.
Sometimes he can't help himself and want to sneak a peak into the magical oven and open it as much as Rolan warned against it. Rolan would go to chastise him for spoiling his dinner by sneaking a bite of a honey bun that just finished baking then to immediately turn to Zevlor to see him also about to eat one in his hands.
Bedtime:
Sleep doesn't come easy for any of them. Rolan is up late studying. Zevlor can't fall asleep from years of going on nightly patrols. Halsin enjoys the peaceful night time scenery and going out in wildshape to roam. The only time where he can relax from his responsibilities. All of them are up late with carrying the titles of a protector, caregiver, and to be the dependable presence for all those they lovingly care for.
Halsin accompanies Zevlor in his nightly walks. There is knock on Rolan's study door by Zevlor. Rolan prepares some soothing teas for all of them before bed. Sleepily Rolan reads a bedtime story that has himself and Halsin falling asleep. Zevlor blows out the candles and brings the blanket over them all so they can all settle in for the night.
Halsin forgets he isn't alone anymore. He cannot freely leave whenever he pleases. It is well worth being met with a fuss before departure and to be wholeheartedly welcomed by another eagerly awaiting for your return. Maybe this is why he wandered for so long. Maybe this is what he was searching for and to return to. Home.
I had enough fluff still in me to write another one as a continuation of.
Pt.1
Early Morning:
Zevlor is the first to rise at the crack of dawn while the other two are sleep babbling and snoring. With a cup of coffee or tea depending on how taxing the day will be, the Hellrider enjoys the sunrise before preparing the first meal of the day.
The Archdruid is the next to stumble from bed to the kitchen. Sometimes it's from his own volition of hunger, other times to enjoy a private moment with just the Hellrider, and the rest allowing for Rolan to get ready for the day only after having been chastised by the wizard of "I will be late."
Though as much as the Master of Ramazith's Tower complains, he snuggles closer against his breast, enjoying the additional five minutes of cuddles, and the begrudged groans of he, himself not wanting to leave.
Rolan is the last to arrive at the breakfast table. Halsin is busy eating a piling plate of meats, hot cakes, and fresh vegetables while speaking through mouthfuls to Zevlor if he could "please have a sweet bread." From behind the Hellrider setts down a hot tray of dessert rolls.
Zevlor reaches over to wipe his face, "pace yourself Archdruid, there enough for all of us. Besides these have to cool first." After being satisfied with his clean up, he looks up at the blushing wizard with smile, "Ah, good morning Master Rolan glad you could join us. I have already set down a plate for you already."
Lecture:
Rolan is the first out of the door to be off in assisting Gale in a lecture at Blackstaff Academy.
Zevlor is next to leave to go off to train with the new recruits of Baldur's Gate, demonstrating with the help of Lia to the young batch of Flaming fist of the proper swordmen stance.
Halsin takes his time enjoy the rest of his meal before leaving off to Reithwin to teach with Thaniel about the new sprawling plant life taking root in the once cursed lands.
Lunch:
Zevlor is helping make lunch with Cal for the children of Cal's orphanage while Alfira and Lakrissa help settle the little ones down. The Hellrider has a sudden burst of unease as he ladles in portioned soups into their trays.
Rolan is having a heated debate with Gale about which is the important component in spellcasting, the somatic or the verbal component. Their lunch debate on Gale's balcony is put on hold when he receives a scrying eye call from his significant other.
A scarred bear is being chased by a horde of bees to the sheer wonder of the passersby at his speed and terror as the onlookers have the realization he's running in their general direction. Thaniel is busy running after the Archdruid to help while Oliver can't help but be left in a fit of laughter.
After the situation had calmed through the help of his students. Rath appearing for their meeting to only find himself having to soothe the bees with wafts of smoke. Nettie who is taking her time plucking away the stingers that littered her Master.
Hasin feels the miniature scrying eye moving about to escape his pocket. The images of his hearts before him having worrying stricken faces has him wince. Letting out a sigh of a mix of exasperation and relief at the state of his swollen face, in unison they speak "again Halsin?" He couldn't help but chuckle.
After much reassurance of that yes he will be fine and yes he will ice the swelling and yes, he will take a health potion though he, himself knows it's unnecessary after a healing word and having a couple of Goodberries. He will rub the healing salve on the wounds from the cupboard when he comes home. He couldn't help hear the poorly suppressed cackles from over his shoulder of his two pupils.
With a simple "I love you," there is flush deepening their already reddened cheeks. A cacophony of Ooos come through the projection from a gaggle of children, a grinning would likely tease his older brother about it later Cal, the enthusiastic dramatic Alfira and joining in Lakrissa, and from but a humble Wizard of Waterdeep. With a soft "I love you too," and "see you at dinner," the projection abruptly cuts off with a happy collective "aww."
