Lief [♂] .&&. Rivin [♂]
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Rain plopped onto lime-coloured leaves, which in turn drooped down and were propped back up, resisting, by some feeble twigs and a very damp faery. He frowned at the twigs, then at the rain, and finally at his companion, who was sleeping lightly.
"You could, you know, offer to help." He said, which woke the other faery. {They had only gotten the words '-know, offer to help', but had the gist of it.} The lazy man yawned and lolled his head in the general direction of his soggy friend. They both ignored the creaking of overloaded twigs.
After staring at each other for a bit, the older, more relaxed fae waved his hand and folded both arms behind his head. He was mute. Normally this was not a problem, but in these sorts of circumstances it only seemed to make things more infuriating. The younger faery held his tongue.
Rivin was the young man's name, and he was an apprentice to the elder faery, who was known only to him as Lief. No one had any idea if this was his actual name or not. Lief seemed not to care about what people called him, so long as they were calling him something, and meant it in a good way. They'd been practicing the art of planting trees when a storm had caught them unawares- to a human-sized creature, it was a light rain. To the faeries, it was a flood-warning-worthy downpour, and all of the low-lying buildings and shops had been boarded shut and residents moved to the upper levels. The two men were earthbound because of their damp wings, and things were looking rather bleak.
A few hours prior, Rivin had attempted to climb the Great Tree and reach one of the upper level balconies, which were mushrooms. He had failed quite spectacularly and landed in a small lake. They were now both under what could be called a buss stop, waiting for a lizard to be brought around, checking for any unlucky fae who may have been missed. They both really, really hoped that they hadn't missed the last run.
Rivin was shaking almost violently despite the heat and humidity that rose from the soil. He was trying too hard to keep the leaves up, a futile task that he seemed intent on seeing through. Lief watched him from under low-lidded eyes for some time, feeling a bit bad for the kid, before shuffling to his feet and draping his cloak around the small faerie's shoulders.
Rivin stood shock-still for a second, a little flushed, before his usual hot temper caught up to him. "I don't need your- your big, dirty cloak. What I need is your help- hey!"
Seeing as this wasn't going to be easy, Lief had simply sighed and picked the young man up, slinging him over his broad shoulder like a bag of flower. Rivin thumped his back, yelling to be let down, but was stoically ignored. Whatever. At least sharing body heat take away the chill...
Rivin was quite glad that Lief couldn't see his face, because he felt like it was on fire. He really hoped that a search lizard would come by soon.
Fortunately, he didn't have long to wait. There was a rustle of leaves and a few deep voices, and not long after, a gargantuan scaly head crept out of the underbrush. Lief saluted to the rider and Rivin just hung there, embarrassed. Thankfully the rider had seen far stranger sights in his time, and saluted back with just the lightest hint of good humour showing.
They swung up onto the lizard, and Rivin was finally let down. He promptly smacked Lief on the back of his thick, orange-blond head, whispering obscenities that his mentor turned a deaf ear to.
He tried to tell himself that he only rode so close to the big fae for warmth, and because Lief was a protective bastard who refused to let go of his shoulders least he fall again. Yes. That's all.
And the red tinting his pointed ears was just a result of hanging vertically for several minutes.
Yes.
That's all.
Tsunderetsunderetsundere~
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