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( post-canon )
magic!anon status - none ~
”You know you make me tingly when you call me that, Commandant Scifo ~ Heh, so you like the older ones because they’re more like me and less like you? I guess you are husband shopping.” |
”Alright, alright … don’t overdo it on the mush, you might get sick again.” |
”Sure you’re still interested in marrying me? Not gonna leave me at the altar for one of those new recruits in my brigade? They’re your biggest fans.” |
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”… you sure you don’t wanna take more time off?” |
Savagewolfxfury || Closed RP
Yuri wasn’t blind enough to miss the all-too subtle sounds of someone leaving their quiet Aurnion home. It had taken quite a bit of effort to carefully extract himself from bed without disturbing Flynn — sleep was all too precious for the blond while he recovered — though he managed to quietly slip his more casual attire on without making too much noise. A soft grumble resounded from the large dog bed in the corner of the room, signaling that Repede had detected Yuri’s movements. The knight gave a small nod towards the canine before slipping out of the bedroom and heading for the living room. It was there that the long-haired swordsman found the note, dark charcoal eyes scanning over the familiar print in the darkness. So that explained the movement he’d detected, at least. Yuri crossed the room, grabbing his sword — just in case a stray monster decided to pester him — before quietly leaving his home. Lucas couldn’t have gotten too far, at least not yet, so the captain took off for the outer edges of the slumbering town in a light run. |
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”Well … yeah, of course. If you really want one. Just sit up.” The Commandant’s acceptance of his proposal — though it had been a joke — took Yuri by surprise for a moment or two. Still, the dark-haired male saw nothing wrong with the idea of pampering Flynn a little. His hand carefully slipped free from golden locks, waiting for his fiance to shift. |
”Aw, does my precious bride-to-be need a shoulder rub?” Yuri’s attempt at a chuckle was thwarted by the sound the blond released, as quiet and subtle as it may have been. His fingers stilled momentarily, though the knight managed to brush the feeling off and resume the light stroking of Flynn’s scalp. |