#rhadris

[bebevalasar]

Rhadris flashes a smile towards Bebe as he shifts for a moment and kneels down. As he does so, he gently taps one of their fingers before touching a plated foot.

Feet: ”I will serve you forever.”/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty

Fingers: Friendship/amicable

Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection

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Rhadris’ actions startle Bebe; their eyes widen and their brows rise almost comically as they watch him sink to his knees and rest a hand on their armored boot after it falls from their fingers. It takes a handful of long moments and consideration for them to finally react.

A gentle, gauntlet clad hand settles atop the Warlock’s head for the shortest of moments, a soft, nearly paternal touch, before they lay their fingers across his own - still resting on their boots.

"Friend of mine, Rhadris Emberblade, you have my affection and respect as much as I seem to have yours. Thank you, truly."

Lightly, they squeeze his fingers as a smile widens across their face.

[hynlear]

"Think you can teach me how to fight with a weapon?"

The question brings Lear pause, stalling his string of practiced motions, a trained sequence. He wipes sweat from his brow and rubs his eyes, peering at Rhadris with a frown.

"Like… a sword? Or did you have something else in mind?"

The warlock smiles, inclining his head, "Sword, that is what you are best with, right?" There's an amused glint in his eyes and Lear glances away as a flush takes to his face. If anything, Rhadris could just flirt his enemies to death.

"The least I can do is try. Come here," he taps the tip of his sword against the dirt at his feet. "First things first, I'll show you how to hold it."

He's rewarded with a warm laugh from Rhadris as the Warlock saunters over. Maybe 'teaching' could be fun.

[hynlear]

"So....I apologize for your book, my...felhound got a hold of it.."

The plate Lear had been washing falls from his hands, clattering against the bottom of the sink as he whips around to face the guilty and sheepish Rhadris standing behind him.

"It what? Which one? Gods, it better not be the one gifted to me by the Tuskarr -" He doesn't finish his sentence, instead tearing out of the kitchen to check his small pile of books. "I wasn't done with that one!"

[hynlear]

A pair of dozen roses are in the kitchen, the dark blue one is for Lear with a crappy love note taped to it. The other vase is red roses for Rhadris with an equally crappy love note taped on it too.

Waking up with Sath gone and Rhadris still asleep next to him wasn't really abnormal, but when Lear makes it to the kitchen, he can't help but be surprised by the flowers on display. Carefully, he pulls the note off the stem of a blue flower, reading it slowly as a lovestruck smile takes to his face.

Oh Sath... you are sweet some days.

"Ris! Ris wake up! There's presents for you on the table!" 

[hynlear]

I want to take care of you - Rhadris

Lear wasn't quite sure if the words made him want to laugh or cry; but in the end, he was in no shape to do either. It was exhausting to breathe, even more so to talk; he had expended too much energy and taken too many hits in the - admittedly foolish - fight he had lept head-first in to.

Weakly, he smiles up at the Warlock bending over him, hoping that Rhadris could tell... he would love nothing more.

[hynlear]

He had woken up late, very, very late. By the time Lear came to even partial consciousness, orange was dancing across the covers of Rhadris' bed. Their bed? He hummed, still too tired to think that question over. 

Yawning, he rolls over and buries his face in the pillow to his left, taking slow breaths through his nose. Smelled like Sath… and Rhadris, but mostly the Brawler. It was a pleasant kind of scent, really, nice to wake yourself up with at the very least.

The mage stayed like that for a while, face down and slowly rousing himself, keeping an ear on the quiet house. Seems the two were out… Lear wondered absently if they would be home for dinner. Maybe they could make noodle soup, he hummed happily at the idea. He'd make it. He should start now, so it was done when they got home.

A good plan, but he would need to get out of bed for it… 

Just give more minutes, then I'll get up. Promise.