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Zeph wiped the sweat from his brow as he walked into the home he shared with Kiel. He'd spent the day sparring with Slythe on the banks of the River Cora. Kiel had declined his invite due to “having plans” which was unusual. Typically if Zephyr invited the kid to do something with him Kiel practically jumped at the chance. Well, not practically. Most of the time he literally jumped. Though usually the invite had more to do with staying at home...
The house smelled unusually good, but Zephyr was too tired to really process it. In order to get back to their house in a reasonable time Zephyr had needed to fly with Slythe, who of course took sick pleasure in making the Rutilus become as airsick as possible the entire way. Zephyr was so out of sorts that he didn't even notice Deri tackle him and scurry inside his leather breastplate as he opened it, peeling it away from his body and throwing it to the ground in a heap. The imp was excited to see him after his day out, though she was always excited to see him. Between Kiel and Deri it was a wonder that this house hadn't exploded due to excitement alone every time Zephyr came home.
Zephyr grunted in distaste as Deri scratched new cuts into his already beaten frame. Slythe had landed more than a few solid blows, and that last air drop maneuver the dragon had pulled had been rather unnecessary in Zephyr's opinion. “I just wanted to see what would happen if you fell off me while flying” the dragon had sneered when Zephyr scraped himself off the river bank. Fell, sure, more like thrown into the sand like a charging Hydra into a cliff face. Next time Zephyr was going to clip that beast's wings.
After hanging his weapons on the wall mount Kiel had installed as a wedding gift Zephyr continued to strip, leaving a trail of torn and bloodied armor and clothing as he made his way to the bathroom. What he needed right now was a shower to wash away this exhaustion, and maybe some gauze for the gash on his shoulder that Deri was now licking at incessantly. Zephyr swatted the imp away. “Not now, Derina,” he chided. Zephyr knew she meant well and was trying to help clean his injury, but at this rate she was doing far more harm than good.
Not bothering to close the door, Zephyr started the shower and stepped into the searingly hot water, wincing only slightly as it embraced his body. The water washed away all of the sweat, sand, and blood all at once while Zephyr just stood there letting his muscles relax. Slowly he began to wash himself, cleansing his body as he took inventory of the sparing match and where he could improve his technique. Zephyr paused for a moment as he began to rinse his hair, slightly surprised yet again by its recent shortness. He'd trimmed it in order to surprise Kiel a few weeks ago, and although it was still fairly long the change still caught him off guard. At least Kiel couldn't make any more of those “girly hair” jokes.
Well, actually he still made the jokes, come to think of it. That brat.
Zephyr lingered in the shower a bit longer than he should have probably, enjoying the heat on his skin. He probably wouldn't have left the water any time soon if it wasn't for Kiel shutting off the water abruptly.
“Dude, like, you take FOREVER in here sometimes, ykno? Like, I was trying to be patient because I know you just got back but duuuuuude, come ooooooon!” Like a flash Kiel was pulling Zephyr out of the shower and dragging him through the house towards the kitchen. “Like, I made us dinner! For our anniversary! I know it's not 'til tomorrow but like I figured we could start celebrating tonight and I took tomorrow off from like, everything so we can spend the whole day together and everything! Like, can you believe it's been a year already? Ahaha- WHOA! Dude, put some clothes on for srs!” And just like that Kiel was squinting and blocking his eyes and taking a peak and pushing Zephyr towards their bedroom all at once.
The house smelled unusually good, but Zephyr was too tired to really process it. In order to get back to their house in a reasonable time Zephyr had needed to fly with Slythe, who of course took sick pleasure in making the Rutilus become as airsick as possible the entire way. Zephyr was so out of sorts that he didn't even notice Deri tackle him and scurry inside his leather breastplate as he opened it, peeling it away from his body and throwing it to the ground in a heap. The imp was excited to see him after his day out, though she was always excited to see him. Between Kiel and Deri it was a wonder that this house hadn't exploded due to excitement alone every time Zephyr came home.
Zephyr grunted in distaste as Deri scratched new cuts into his already beaten frame. Slythe had landed more than a few solid blows, and that last air drop maneuver the dragon had pulled had been rather unnecessary in Zephyr's opinion. “I just wanted to see what would happen if you fell off me while flying” the dragon had sneered when Zephyr scraped himself off the river bank. Fell, sure, more like thrown into the sand like a charging Hydra into a cliff face. Next time Zephyr was going to clip that beast's wings.
After hanging his weapons on the wall mount Kiel had installed as a wedding gift Zephyr continued to strip, leaving a trail of torn and bloodied armor and clothing as he made his way to the bathroom. What he needed right now was a shower to wash away this exhaustion, and maybe some gauze for the gash on his shoulder that Deri was now licking at incessantly. Zephyr swatted the imp away. “Not now, Derina,” he chided. Zephyr knew she meant well and was trying to help clean his injury, but at this rate she was doing far more harm than good.
Not bothering to close the door, Zephyr started the shower and stepped into the searingly hot water, wincing only slightly as it embraced his body. The water washed away all of the sweat, sand, and blood all at once while Zephyr just stood there letting his muscles relax. Slowly he began to wash himself, cleansing his body as he took inventory of the sparing match and where he could improve his technique. Zephyr paused for a moment as he began to rinse his hair, slightly surprised yet again by its recent shortness. He'd trimmed it in order to surprise Kiel a few weeks ago, and although it was still fairly long the change still caught him off guard. At least Kiel couldn't make any more of those “girly hair” jokes.
Well, actually he still made the jokes, come to think of it. That brat.
Zephyr lingered in the shower a bit longer than he should have probably, enjoying the heat on his skin. He probably wouldn't have left the water any time soon if it wasn't for Kiel shutting off the water abruptly.
“Dude, like, you take FOREVER in here sometimes, ykno? Like, I was trying to be patient because I know you just got back but duuuuuude, come ooooooon!” Like a flash Kiel was pulling Zephyr out of the shower and dragging him through the house towards the kitchen. “Like, I made us dinner! For our anniversary! I know it's not 'til tomorrow but like I figured we could start celebrating tonight and I took tomorrow off from like, everything so we can spend the whole day together and everything! Like, can you believe it's been a year already? Ahaha- WHOA! Dude, put some clothes on for srs!” And just like that Kiel was squinting and blocking his eyes and taking a peak and pushing Zephyr towards their bedroom all at once.
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