#reshuv

[miriredsteel]

"Mama, look what uncle Resh taught me!" Robert would channel the arcane and create a broadsword of arcane far too big for him, he'd reel back to swing it only for the weight to make him fall backwards and smack his head on the ground.

Miri would gasp and rush to Robert's side, kneeling to help him to sit up and tend to his boo boos. After some consoling and many healing kisses to the boy's injured noggin, the lady would take her son by the hand and power walk her way to find Reshuv.

"Rehsuv!" She'd scold upon finding the willy former warlock. "Stop teaching my children things they can hardly control! Honestly, you're as bad as Rhett!"

[miriredsteel]

Amuse Me: I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer yours up.

Reshuv's moodiness was always hidden beneath his sarcasm and general need to act as if he knew everything at any given moment. But Miri had come to learn the subtle tells he exhibited when he was truly upset, down or just in a bad mood.

And while it was never a surefire way of fixing it, Miri would oft times have the chefs of the house prepare a rare, perfectly seasoned steak (the bloodier the better of course) even though the sight of such a thing normally made her queasy.

Though this time, considering she'd almost lot him not but a week ago, Reshuv would find a little parcel within his chambers from the priestess turned noble. And inside, he'd find her latest attempt at knitting; a beanie of deep purple and green, complete with little ear flaps, embroidered with terribly rendered demonic runes (they meant nothing of course, she simply made shapes that resembled them).

The beanie would, surprisingly, fit snugly on his head, though...it really would look rather silly.