While he didn’t know a lot about Aether or magical creatures,
Silvaire could guess enough that the Carbuncle was leading him to the
goblet ward, and once they begun to walk the walkway up to it, he’d
guess the man he carried lived somewhere in these apartments. The man
weighed next to nothing in his strong arms, his attention devoted to the
carbuncle and trying not to lose his way that for a moment there he
lost track of the way that he didn’t notice the man stirring.Not
until he heard that panicked squeaking sound, did he realize the man
was awake and his head bent in the uldhan sun to take in the sight of
the blushing and squirming bespectacled man in his arms. Amusement
shining in his eyes as well as a little interest as just how adorable
the man looked in that instance.“Hmmm?” he asked unsure of just what the man had asked or… perhaps
demanded of him, “I’m afraid I missed what you said… did you want down?
Do you think your legs will hold you?” he questioned even as he bent
down to let the hyur man down, his arms staying where they were to help
keep the man steady unless he possibly fainted again or lost his
balance.“You fainted back there, couldn’t leave you be, especially not with
those harpy’s about. Are you feeling alright?” He asked, placing a hand
on Stefan’s forehead when he was sure the man had his balance, “You
aren’t feeling ill are you?”
Stefan was pretty sure his face couldn’t get anymore red when the man leaned his head down to respond to him. Not to mention the humiliation he felt when he was set down and would have stumbled if not for the support. But the mention of those women reminded him clearly at what happened.
The sudden hand on his forehead made him stiffen in tension. He quickly swat Silvaire’s hand away from him. Clearly flustered and embarrassed. “S-Stop that!” Stefan leaned over and put his hands on his knees as he tried to calm the urge to panic and possibly faint again. Finally he straightens though one of his hands is over his mouth. One eyebrow twitching slightly.
“I should set your pants aflame for stealing my first kiss without my permission.” His voice slightly muffled by his hand but clear enough. He merely didn’t wish anyone else to hear such an admission. “You’re lucky I won’t only because you chased those women off.” He moves his hand away from his mouth finally to straighten his glasses. Though he didn’t dare look directly at Silvaire. He was too embarrassed to make eye contact with this strange man. Instead he gave his carbuncle an annoyed look. Traitor for not helping him…
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