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[noiseybard]

Youngblood: Did Roman just tell me he loves me for the first time?

Noise: Yeah.

Youngblood: And did I do finger guns back?

Noise: Yeah...

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Sing it for the deaf, Sing it for the blind

AO3

Youngblood gives Roman an impromptu singing lesson.

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And without further ado:

“Oh. What’s singing?”

Youngblood froze on the middle of the well-worn path the duo was traveling on, not knowing how to respond. What was singing?

“It’s, uh, like when you move your vocal cords really fast- and uh, you know how people do, like, yoga to release stress? That’s like singing for me,” He stumbled through an explanation.

“Oh. Can you show me?”

“Show… you? Uh, sure. Give me a second,” he took a deep breath. He never really sang in front of people before- not since his father told him he shouldn’t, for everyone’s safety. But his father wasn’t here right now! And besides, he didn’t really care what happened to Roman- there was nothing to lose if he accidentally set Roman on fire like he did the tree!

Youngblood closed his eyes and began to sing a soft melody his grandfather had taught him, momentarily forgetting how Roman was staring at him with wide puppy-dog eyes…

He let out a small shriek as a bolt of lighting scorched the ground in front of them.

He had let his voice get out of control again.

His father called it a curse, his grandfather called it a gift. He was more inclined to believe his father now. Something terrible happened every time he opened his mouth. Well, not always terrible. One time he accidentally turned a mouse into a frog.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t- that’s not-“ Youngblood stuttered out.

“Woah!” Roman began to clap excitedly. “Can you teach me? Do you think something like that’ll happen if I sing?”

“I hope not,” he whispered.

“What’d you say? I didn’t catch that.”

“I said- uh, yeah. I can try to teach you. Just… start humming.”

“Humming?” Roman repeated.

Youngblood sighed and looked over the seemingly endless wheat field, debating just running off into the grain instead of enduring this… overly-trusting wanna-be adventurer.

This was going to be a long walk back to town.

“Just… copy me best you can.”

He began to hum, not even a melody. It took a few squeaked and hiccups, but eventually Roman joined in, a note or so higher than the elf.

“Did I do good?” Roman asked, bouncing up and down on his toes.

“Yeah. Yeah, that was pretty good. You know, for a beginner.”

“Yay!” Roman did a quick applause for himself.

“Now, just, open your mouth when you hum.”

The duo continued walking accompanied by Roman’s attempts at singing, his voice warbling up and down, unable to hold a steady note, but Youngblood found himself impressed with how quickly Roman went from not even knowing what singing was to… well, certainly having a large range. He was now where near being able to perform, but maybe the lessons wouldn’t totally be in vain.

Roman kept singing all the way into town to the bakery.

[apricot-ghost]

Are Thomas and Terrance making Roman and Youngblood so shippable on purpose? If not, that's hilarious, but if so, I am simultaneously pleased and angy.

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Youngblood: I’ll cut your throat, that’ll shut you up

Roman, the gayest himbo known to man: you’re beautiful

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Henderson: why does Roman call you babygirl?

Youngblood: can we please not talk about this

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No ships intended, but interpret it however you want idc

Summary: Roman is dead asleep. He also sleep talks.

Warnings: a little bit of cussing

That sure as hell was a long day in that cave. Having to trust each other completely to get through a would've-been death trap, yelling, singing, and facing their personal demons... literally. The two adventurers were beyond exhausted as they slumped down against the central cave's wall; it wasn't very comfortable, but it was better than nothing.

"What a day," Youngblood huffed, falling on Roman's lap and startling the other enough that he instinctively jumped.

"Easy, we just met two days ago."

"I sat in your lap already, I couldn't care less."

The bard could sense his new friend's tired grin, "it got us through the puzzle, at least."

"Yeah, at least. I guess it did pay off," Youngblood muttered, "I mean, getting to actually know each other."

There seemed to be a nonverbal agreement between them before the elf spoke again, "I'll be real with you, I don't actually want to hurt people, especially not you."

"Awh, auntie was right," Roman quipped "we would get along in due time."

"Don't make me take it back," Youngblood groaned, but the threat was empty and he knew it. "Just go to sleep, we both need a good rest."

• • •

Awoken by the faint daylight from the outside, Youngblood stretched as he sat up. It'd be nice to get some fresh air, maybe book it into the woods never to be found again— what? No, he can't, he promised that he'd keep Roman safe, and who would he be to let the moron he just recently met roam the world unsupervised?

Just as he began to head toward the cave's entrance, he tripped over said moron's foot. "Please don't be awake..."

"That hurt," was all that Roman said, before falling silent again, as if he didn't just seem aware of his surroundings.

What the fuck? Well, that certainly was an experience that certainty left the purple-paletted bard confused and concerned. Is he still asleep? What hurt? Did he hurt him on accident?

He stood frozen in place for a minute or two, listening to his fellow adventurer's breath... yep he was asleep. Thank god. That was a strange, but nothing out of the ordinary as far as he knows about the man.

This sleep-talking thing that humans sometimes do is something he'll grow accustomed to eventually, even though it's strange.