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The man looming behind him had grabbed far too much of his attention by now, one way or another. There was only an itch to tease.

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Playing innocent... He bat his eyelashes at Rerir coyly. "Have I done something to earn your ire?"

Dainsleif...

Kyryll wondered if that was an avenue of Rerir's past he still wished to explore. Technically, they were acquainted.

He kept his thoughts to himself.

"Fine spirits are my bread and butter. We should partake, sometime."

... These reports weren't getting done tonight.

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"Yes, fire-water. Are you one to drink, Rerir?"

He smiled again as Rerir indulged him. Hehe.

Kyryll let out a light hum.

"Hmm... a conundrum, indeed. I could sit on your lap?" He provided helpfully.

Again, he glanced back over his shoulder, but now wearing a frown.

"What if it helps me focus better?"

Kyryll leaned towards the warmth lingering behind him, eyes on his reports in earnest now.

"Ah, but on the contrary." His smile was replaced with a pout as Rerir pulled away. Where did his warmth go? "Your presence is akin to fire-water down the throat - both warm and inviting."

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Smiles at Rerir over his shoulder.

"Would you mind keeping an eye on me, instead? Good company might make this more tolerable."

"..."

Picks up his pen. The pout persists.

"Hmph. How dare you. I am nothing but faithful to the Lightkeeper oaths I have pledged."

He crosses his arms over his chest with a pout.

"And where in my oaths, I ask you, does it indicate that reports and other busywork have anything to do with a Lightkeeper's tasks?"

"I'm afraid I'm not built for these tedious sort of tasks. The youngsters should be handling them in my stead."

"Reports..."

// ANJSNCJFJKNBKJFN FLINS WILL WASH IT FOR YOU...

// bed soon but maybe. maybe i'll go on varka first. maybe

// ... it's very flins but in a way different context too SNJSNVDFKJNB

We can't change what's done, we can only move on.

Well, maybe you came here to find a little piece of home.

why dwell in the past when this life is so vast ？

I leave everything to you. I have complete faith in your choices and determination.

Time to continue until something interesting happens. Maybe it will take Rerir's mind off his own distrust - a wonderful distraction from the mundane.

And the twitches under his fingertips were delightful.

"Trouble? Surely. More of it than you're worth? Hardly."

Well, that was because he had already made his choice not too long ago. Rerir must not yet understand what he's gotten himself into.)

Finding there was less resistance than expected as he explored underneath the dark bandages, a self-satisfied smirk formed upon his lips.

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"Hmph. You keep saying that." Now he was truly pouting. Could Rerir not simply enjoy the time they shared together?

(He was aware of all the reasons why it was difficult. Kyryll was simply in the mood for more pleasant, laid back happenings - a sign he himself had grown comfortable around Rerir.

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However... I'm also finding that I don't mind."

What kinds of patterns was he tracing into Rerir's hand? The tips of his fingers trailed lazily up the other's wrist, featherlight against skin.

"Unlike other fae, I'm not afraid of change. The liveliness is not unwelcome. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 are not unwelcome."

Granted, as he normally wore gloves, even if his fellow Lightkeepers might have expected his hands to show more wear, they were never visible regardless.

"I'm accustomed to the quiet, the peaceful, the solemn. Death and solitude often scare humans away, but it is everyday life for me.

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Kyryll allowed his eyelids to droop as he spoke, running the pad of his thumb against Rerir's palm languidly. Calluses had an interesting texture, he thought to himself. His own hands were without them as a matter of preference - elegant and hygienic as one would expect from a fae noble.

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Finally. An opening.

Kyryll would seize it while it lasted, reaching over to grasp Rerir's offered hand. Despite his own large size, somehow, Rerir's was so much bigger yet...

... It still wasn't enough to satiate the fae. Greedy, greedy creature.

"It is admittedly difficult to get used to."

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A furnace... that was a fitting description, indeed. Curse that furnace for causing him to 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯.

"You don't mind that I cannot provide warmth?"

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have extra accommodations prepared for guests. Other than my fellow Lightkeepers, I've made a surprising number of allies and acquaintances in recent times."

Rerir wasn't moving any closer. He was about to pout at him.

"This cemetery has never seen so much life."

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Is that how it seemed? Kyryll's realm wasn't going anywhere, though.

Perhaps he should consider creating a special pass for Rerir to enter as he pleased. That would be a task for later, however - he was far too comfortable to think about such things in depth right now.

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Kyryll wondered if they were more similar in that vein than he previously believed. Rerir wasn't used to having much in the way of comfort... did that necessarily mean he didn't require it? Or was he pushing his needs aside all this time out of necessity?

"Do you ever experience cold, Rerir?"

accustomed to, or didn't pay any heed. In the way of sleep, he didn't require much - same with temperature, climate, clothing, food, what have you.

But indulging in the presence of a loved one wasn't so bad of an experience.

Eyeing his partner and the distinct lack of blankets over his figure,

"Wouldn't my realm be the better option? Certainly, it would be more comfortable for you, at the very least." It was too late, though, for Kyryll was already inching closer to Rerir, seeking out the warmth he craved.

Next time.

There were many aspects of human life he was either growing

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