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Saint wondered how the monk could ever not notice him staring at the snow-haired man.
On a fine afternoon such as this, the monk was in his usual, contemplative mood. He sat by the window, looking out into the courtyard below as one of his charges was being instructed on how to load an arrow swiftly onto the bow. However, Saint knew that ten minutes ago the man had already lost interest and was withdrawn into his own mind, contemplating what strange thoughts he often had. Rhej had been dragged off by one of the resident stalkers on an 'adventure' in Geffen. What kind of adventures, Saint could only pray it didn't scar the poor girl. Kiara had gone off to have a talk with Wizzer, muttering something about women stuff as she left. He, on the other hand, chose to drop in and keep the man company out of boredom. He missed his days trailing after Blue like a little puppy, bothering her as well as showering her affection in the ways he knew he could. But those were in the past, locked away in a chest and brought out to be relived few and far between these days.
It would seem strange for others to think how they wound up tying the knot. Granted, even their daily interactions seemed to border on health hazardous bickerings and slight abuse on Saint's part. But they couldn't see the subtle affectionate touches, those intimate moments and words they shared when no prying eyes would see them. Theirs was a relationship that needed little words to say how they felt for one another. Because it just is.
That was until this man and his two charges came into their lives.
Though not all at once, he had taken notice of the snow-haired man, his interest in him growing ever more with every conversation they had. It was easy to generally define the man after just a handful of meetings. He was incorrigible, stubborn, temperamental and just that much of a battle freak like his Blue. Which might be a reason why Kiara found him to be a new stress in her life, and one that simply refused to just drop down and die. He didn't share the same opinion, though. It was just... sure the man was annoying as hell when he was riled or got an idea into his head, but Saint had grown fond of him that the priest was willing to ignore his shortcomings most of the time.
Every time he saw the man, a feeling would prick in his mind... What was it called? He knew there was a way to say it, but he couldn't quite find the words.
It wasn't love per se. It wasn't lust or infatuation or whatever fancy word people called it nowadays. It was just...
Suddenly, he inched closer to the older man. "Hey Lutie?" He called in a timid voice.
The man blinked, turning green eyes on the priest. "What?" He spoke, his voice edged with a tinge of annoyance at being brought out of his reverie. Saint hesitated a long moment, the time in which Lutie's eyebrows furrowed together and his lips almost turned into a snarl.
"Say it, priest." He demanded.
Before the monk could register a red flag, Saint leaned in towards him and placed a fleeting kiss on one pale cheek. He pulled back, grinning madly at the shocked expression on the older man's face before running out of the room. He needn't wait another second to know his reaction.The moment he took a step out into the corridor, the telltale explosion of a Zen Fury could be heard behind him, as well as the indignation oozing from Lutie's yell.
It wasn't love per se. It wasn't lust or infatuation or whatever fancy word people called it nowadays. It was just...
He just wanted to see Lutie thoroughly pissed.
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