PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[maskarang]

Always. Now that I've seen you like this, how am I ever to focus again? [ he sounds impossibly fond. the antics endeared him, the confidence—and the rest is a bonus. his eyes give owain another once-over before he tiptoes closer. ]

[maskarang]

Owain. [ well, that's one way to get a faceful. he guesses. pulling his head back but staying on his knees. ]

[swordhandled]

[ you know. he's... not upset with this update ] Are you alright?

[swordhandled]

I believe in you and your capabilities for focus. [ sounds so sure of himself here ] Are you going to join me?

[maskarang]

I expect nothing else from the Chosen Hero. [ belief and hope are your thing, owain. at the prompt, gerome nods his head and removes his own pants.

no posing this time, that's not his thing. ]

[maskarang]

... Yes. As luck would have it, you broke my fall. [ if luck is the right word. it probably is. for one of them. both of them. he clears his throat and looks at minerva, who starts raising her wings again.

pulling back. slowly. ]

[swordhandled]

[ raising his hands

no bitey ]

[swordhandled]

[ now it's owain's turn to just stand and stare as gerome stips. ]

[maskarang]

[ seeing them back away, minerva claws at the bed and settles down comfortably. watching. waiting. ]

The bolder we get, the quicker she is to anger. Minerva... Surely you didn't make this much of a fuss when mother and father were together...?

[swordhandled]

--I can't imagine Uncle Frederick and Aunt Cherche as being as affectionate as us.

[maskarang]

[ his turn, huh? a very light, very short chuckle sounds from the back of his throat. owain can look all he wants. in the meantime, he turns on the water for the shower. ]

[swordhandled]

[ his sword hand twitches.

walking up to him and embracing him as the water starts to heat up ]

[maskarang]

... You may be right. Mother doted on Minerva more than anyone else. Father... Well, it's obvious most of his affection went to Chrom.

[ a soft sigh. he's going to tempt fate and rest his head on owain's lap, but he keeps a close eye on minerva at the same time. ]

[swordhandled]

He's just dedicated, and it's hard to not dote on Minerva.

[ giving her a small look, before just gently rests a hand on gerome's head ]

[maskarang]

It pleases me to hear you say that. I know caring for a wyvern can be difficult, far more so than any other creature. And Minerva is even more particular than the rest of her kind.

[ minerva continues her leering. seeing that, he raises his hand toward her. she pads over and he gently begins to scratch her under her chin. ]

Week 3, Sunday (Post Execution)

[maskarang]

[ after about an hour of standing outside owain's door, gerome heads to his room to check on minerva. cue opening the door! ]

[swordhandled]

It's why she deserves it. No matter the difficulty we may face for caring for her, Minerva is worth it.

[ when she reaches them, he starts petting her as well, but on top of her head ]

[swordhandled]

[ owain is kneeling on the ground in front of minerva, he's got a pleading look in his eyes as he looks into hers ]

Are you sure you don't know where he is? Minerva, please any help you can give me would be great.

[maskarang]

[ ... that's certainly a sight. seeing this, he almost feels guilty for waiting so long. at least minerva responds to the plea and gently bumps her head against owain's, directing him to the door.

gerome clears his throat. ] Owain.

[maskarang]

She is.

[ and owain was worth finding. with only a moment's delay, he lifts his head up and gives owain a chaste, if long, kiss. ]

[swordhandled]

Huh, Min-- [ and then he hears gerome speak and he turns around, scrambling to stand up. he trips slightly, but stands up with no problems after that ]

Gerome, there you are!

[maskarang]

[ owain's tripping... that isn't a good sign. he takes several quick steps forward until he's by owain's side. ]

...Y-yes, my apologies for keeping you waiting. Have you been here long?

[swordhandled]

[ he hums into the kiss, not questioning why it's being given.

don't look a gift horse in the mouth ]

[swordhandled]

[ he shakes his head ] Not too long; I had thought you'd be here...?

[maskarang]

I was for a moment.