▤ Kyliskyr & Khasiskar
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Getting to know Khasiskar has been… Strange.
It would be a lie to say he hadn’t started onlygetting to know him out of wanting to get more favor from their Kell via one ofhis mates, but… It’s different, just slightly. Kyliskyr isn’t known for hisfriendliness to be sure and it’s rare he ever bothers to even attempt to speak to anybody that isn’t relevant tohim in some way or another. He supposes Khasiskar would be, but not in the wayhe’s used to. He’s not part of his squad, he’s no subordinate—if anything,probably valued more than him.Scribes are important and one of a kind in the moment, after all, especially ifthey’re the Kell’s mate.
As selfish as his original intentions were, Khasisdidn’t have to know that. A few weeks later, favor of the Kell has nothing to dowith it. It is… nice to speak ofsomething that doesn’t have anything to do with his job, really, and nice tospeak to somebody who isn’t judgmental—about appearances and battle scars andthe like, that is. (It’s easy to be avoided when you have half a working face,not that he minds and not that he doesn’t understand.)
He’s been lingering in Khasiskar’s room in hisfree time for about two hours now; it’s late, nearly all of his business doneand concluded for the day of which he decided to wrap up via visiting hisfavorite scribe. Sometimes he can’t tell whether Khasiskar actually wants him here or would rather he get out,but he must’ve given up on trying to get a word in anyway.
“—I had been out of the territory, my scavengingparty had come to a great mass of trees, somewhere mostly untouched by anymachinery..—”
After flipping through the pages of a book, onewritten by humans with pages of somewhat translated writing attached to eachchapter respectively, it had reminded him of one of the few times he hadtraveled beyond Kings’ Watch. He wasn’t sure at what point he started talking, but at some point Khasis hadwandered away – somewhat begrudgingly, probably; it’s hard to focus withsomebody else talking – to sit somewhat close to him.
“—saw an animal of some sorts, I think the bookcalled it a dee-rrr- deer; I tried toreach out to it, but it ran away..—”
Kyliskyr only really stops talking when he feels asmall weight against his side. He shifts some, lowering the book he had beenlooking intently at – the pictures of large pine-covered trees with blankets ofsnow – and cranes his head just enough to stare at the small eliksni that hadleaned against him. He nearly opens his mouth again to comment on it, but aftera short moment… he realizes he’s asleep,actualy.
Glad Khasiskar apparently isn’t even awake tonotice, but the smallest of blushes crawls up his face. Had he really been ramblingthat much? For so long?
The Captain clears his throat then, closing thebook and setting it aside. Part of him wants to move or shake Khasis awake –and he’s sure he would want to be woken up – but..
Kyliskyr sweeps one arm around him, his own cloakgrasped in his hand as he gingerly rests his forearm on his shoulder.
What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.