#albionsgate; tryck and arthur

[tryckthebard]

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Arthur rolled his eyes. "Bards," he muttered under his breath. "Well can you tell me anything? Because from where I'm standing, our camp supplies are on fire, and the wizard is nowhere in sight."

"The camp supplies were on fire, thanks to the dutiful swiftness of our resident cleric and her divine intervention." Tryck said with a smirk, motioning to the smoldering pile of said supplies, soaked with water.

"I'm not sure where Gale has gotten off to, but it would seem the broody one has also disappeared. As for how the supplies set ablaze, I can only guess that Karlach was attempting to cook in the wizard's absence."

[tryckthebard]

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"I...don't know about that..." Arthur flushed, tucking a bit of hair behind his ear. "I'm..." he caught sight of the look on Tryck's face and sheepishly leant in, pressing a very chaste kiss to his lips. "Uh, is...is that alright? I mean, that's what you wanted...I..."

He's so innocent it's adorable.

Tryck chuckled as he watched Arthur flush and fluster. With the way that Uther had behaved, he had half-expected the Prince to be more experienced. But with the way he kissed Tryck, the way he was so flustered, it had Tryck absolutely curious.

"Arthur... are you a virgin?"