#*pulls my hair out* UAAAAAAAAAAAARGH

[bloodyarn]

                                                       𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 .                                                unprompted interactions

@bloodtwin: ❝ So, you & Rolan are . . . ？❞ He trails off, not getting the rest of the question out of his mouth. He'd almost asked if they were a couple, but that wasn't really what he meant. He already knew they were a couple. Thinks they're rather sweet together. Really, if you asked him, he would say he was happy for them. It wouldn't be a lie. Puck's eyes dart to the side. There's a lump forming in his throat as it tightens. He wishes now more than anything that he didn't wear his emotions so plainly on his face. He hopes she doesn't notice. It's not like it's her fault. He shouldn't have even talked to her in the first place. Voice a little quieter, he rephrases the question: ❝ Does he make you happy ？❞

        These  last  weeks  have  been  nothing  but  exciting.     Her  first  relationship.  A  crush  that  turned  out  not  to  be  as  one-sided  as  expected.  To  say  Babette  was  not  beaming  from  the  inside  out  would  be  a  blatant  lie  ;  the  haglet  was  visibly  happy.  More  than  usual.  Even  more  motivated,  getting  up  extra  early,  helping  with  the  cooking  as  if  already  envisioning  a  domestic  life  when  this  adventure  was  over.

The  mention  of  the  tiefling  alone  brought  a  smile  to  her  palish  lips,  only  to  subtly  take  the  hint.  Puck's  tone  was  different,  if  only  a  little.  That  sweet  grin  shifted  into  a  more  neutral  one  before  a  flicker  of  worry  passed  her  visage.  The  half-elf  did  act  different  as  of  recently.  Not  as  clingy,  not  as  pushy  (  in  the  sweetest  way  possible  ).  A  little  gentleman  ;  charming  to  no  end.

And  the  seamstress  remembered  the  private  talks  she  had  with  the  wizard,  for  he  definitely  had  suspicions  from  the  beginning.

     ❝ He  does. ❞      Accompanied  by  a  single  nod,  wine-red  eyes  glued  to  the  bonfire  in  front  of  the  pair.     ❝ He's  not  as  grumpy  as  he  seems  to  be.  The  road  just  takes  a  toll  on  us  all.  His  siblings  are  his  top  priority.  Mine  would  be  too,  would  I  were  to  travel  with  them. ❞      A  light-hearted  voice,  meant  to  reassure,  but  somehow  it  felt  so  strange.  Babette  always  talked  about  basically  everything  with  Puck.  Why  does  this  topic  leave  a  bitter  taste  in  her  mouth   ?    

     ❝ Y-You  are  acting  different  from  before,  Pucky.  Is  everything  okay  .  .  .  ? ❞