G’raha ( @sirenicae ) : RANDOM STARTER
It’s days after the end that X’kijin finds himself going from aimless to being ushered back to Sharlayan at the behest of Tataru, who likely needed less help than he did, tired of watching himself lounge around in Mor Dhona and sleep wherever his feet took him.
So she had asked him to see to her boutique, ensure it had been running smoothly in Tataru’s absence and that they did not want for crafts nor materials to make them with. It was likely to get him out of her hair more than anything, yet he agreed, so lost for what to do he’d been in the past few days since the Scions had gone their separate ways.
When first he’d stepped into Sharlayan, he’d planned to go and see his friends sooner rather than later, though he had hardly expected to return to his room at the Annex, ushered in by Ojika who insisted he was still plenty welcome and hear footfalls coming from further down the hall shortly thereafter.
X’kijin looks up, green eyes searching the frame of the open door before a familiar face appears there, likely curious as to the sudden use of what had been X’kijin’s room barely a week past. Or perhaps Ojika had informed him that he’d returned.
“Raha,” X’kijin says, lips upturning into a smile, tone warm with fondness. T’wouldn’t be the first time he has spoken his name without the usual tribal letter. He’s yet to find out if its a welcome familiarity or not, if it oversteps a boundary to place himself as near enough to G’raha Tia to call him Raha like Krile does. “Fancy meeting you here.”
A joke. A jest. He expected to meet him here, hoped to. Perhaps not today nor even tomorrow, but he was hoping to see him shortly.
The gloves he had been in the process of removing were quickly abandoned on the bedside table in favor of approaching him, in favor of reaching out to touch his hand to Raha’s, though hesitation keeps him from taking it, leaving fingers brushing against each other. Odd, he has always thought. Odd that he feels so comfortable with Raha, even being so close where others typically kept enough distance from the vaunted Warrior of Light to still be regarded as polite.
Even some of the Scions didn’t come so close, though perhaps the fault of that lay with him more than them, volatile as some of his fears had made him once upon a time.
A few days, rather, but it had felt so much longer—
