#richic support

[protectingthetruth]

(Feathercappi ngbard) in comes Richic with a mistletoe tied to his hat as he groves on over to L'Arachel with a sly and devious smerk. "Ello, ello, babe. Heard you need a festive mood so i though i come and cheer you up." He replied, giving the Princess a kiss upon her cheek.

@feathercappingbard

L’Arachel had been minding her own business- working out ways she could become better well known. Truth be told, she’d gone completely over board with decorating and was writing her Christmas list. As she heard the sound of foot steps and then Richic’s voice she looked up. A blush coming to her face- it wasn’t like anyone was here to see. “You know that’s not how it’s done with mistletoe.” Her voice was low as to avoid anyone else from hearing.

[protectingthetruth]

“Where are you going? It’s late.” - L'arachel (feathercappingbard)

@feathercappingbard

“It’s not like I can just stay here.” L’Arachel’s voice was quiet as she heard Richic from behind herself. “The implications would be far too high, I do appreciate you caring for me, but I’ll be fine.” She’d messed up and got pretty badly hurt, but the one thing she hadn’t expected was to wake up in Richic’s tent with him caring for her.

[protectingthetruth]

(feathercappingbad) Richic knew from his little forced tag along with L'Arachel she's easily goes bonkers from someone stripping down. Not for that kind of things, but like healing and cleaning and shit. "Hey, Cleric" He called out and in swipe, he took his armor off, leaving in his under shirt. "....This is coming off too."

L’arachel couldn’t help but squeak as she saw Richic’s shirt come off, a blush almost instantly covering her face. “H-hey! no one said you could- hey!!!! Put the shirt back on!” 

[thesensualtruth]

“Can I put you on my to-do list?” - L'archel and Richic (feathercappingbard)

“Only if I’m your top priority.” The recent queen replied, grinning at her husband as she cupped his cheek in her hand. “Otherwise, you might want to find other things to do.” 

[protectingthetruth]

I’m fine with being me. I can’t imagine anything else. - L’arachel and Richic (feathercappingbard)

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“I’m glad for that.” L’arachel responded, looking up at him. “I couldn’t imagine having you be anyone else... What brought this up?”

[protectingthetruth]

(feathercappingbard) Que Richic picking up L'arachel as he sang out. "Baby~ Aweeee~"

L’Arachel squeaked as she was plucked up into the air, her arms wrapping tight around Richic in a reflexive manner. “H-hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

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[protectingthetruth]

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It was a very rare occasion in which L’Arachel was in a tavern, she always thought the places to be immoral cesspools where only the lowest people- who hadn’t been blessed like she had would gather. Yet here she was, the hazy candle lit air surrounding her as one of her men had insisted coming here for information (and to spread word of her name).

However, she hadn’t heard anything as of yet. Instead, she found herself slowly drifting towards the bard performing until she was next to him, just listening.