3/9/2023 0 Comments Pants quest paladinQuest looked up as the splash of mud betrayed his landing, but hadn’t challenged him–technically the river was the border of his territory, but the city’s walls were above the sloped banks, and down at the water’s edge no one could see them anyway. So when he at last had spotted that tall figure in white, crouching down on the banks at the bend where the river was narrowest, Cale had bounded across without thinking. Though he hadn’t been badly wounded in the drake attack, and anyway it wasn’t like the paladin to shirk his duties, wounded or not. The soldiers had gone, but Quest hadn’t emerged from the city, not that day or the days after that. Not since the military ship had roared away, leaving things no better than when the squadron had arrived, too few and too late, as always. And the sleek black hair coming loose from its braid, the arch of his back and the curve of his neck, the musk of sweat and faint incense under the clean scent of clay–that was all Quest.Ĭale wouldn’t have crossed anyway, had it not been the first time he had seen Quest in well over a week. Cale might have crossed the river this morning, but the first words had been the damn paladin’s. It was Quest’s fault, of course it was always Quest’s fault. Never with Quest under him like this, that slender wiry body bucking and straining against his bare chest, both of them so slippery and slick with the gray clay mud that there was no friction between their skin, just the heat of their exertions steaming through the silt. Fights that left them aching, scarred and bruised for weeks after fights that left them both sprawled bloody on the ground, unable to move. They had fought dozens of times–hundreds, probably, over the last two years Cale had lost track.
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