#rothalion

[kolak-magiya-a]

♒ - For Ryce 👀

Like most other times he’d ever been ill, it hit him rather suddenly. Just this morning Ryce had been okay. He had been caught out in a storm the day prior but thought nothing much of it.

And now here he was: at his desk with his forehead in his hand. He had reread the same paragraph on this particular sheet of paperwork about five times as his focus waned.

The aches were soon to come, but there was work to do and he couldn’t afford to take time off because of a bloody cold.

As it was, he didn’t hear the door open, nor the footsteps approach until he spotted a shadow moving over his desk. Ryce lifted his head, tired expression looking upon a familiar face.

“Ro.. sorry, I didn’t hear ye enter…”

[brightblessed-aa]

“I don’t want to pry, but.. I want you to know I also want to listen, if you want someone to talk to.” 

Noticing Trauma sentence starters (accepting) / @rothalion

⸻ ⚔

"What good would talking do?" He asks quietly.

Roi had done his best to push any that tried to help him away. he didn't trust them. He knew that eventually, all of this would be burned to ash. That the Garleans would take him again. That they would stomp out the flames of the resistance. There was no stopping them.

"Talking about what happened... About what they did... About what I became? What good would it do? Would it make you pity me further?" He felt that familiar poison in his throat. His corroded heart wanted so badly to infect everyone. To pretend to have some measure of power over his fate.

"I suppose you could make me talk instead of pretending I'm not a prisoner. I'm one of your enemies. Stop... Stop pitying me." There is venom in his tone, but his eyes only hold fear and sorrow.

"When they find me.... I want them to know that I didn't break... That they don't have to punish me. So stop trying to be my friend."

[thancrxdwatxrs]

Smash or pass (:

     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

@rothalion

Thancred playfully raised an eyebrow, barely taking much time to think about his answer.

"Smash. With consent, of course."

[tenebriism]

Goodness, how TRAUMATIZING. Next, he would have been asked to... ' OPEN UP. '

[teneboobism]

He doesn't speak a word as he takes Zenos' hand delicately, tugging him away with destination in mind but naught for explanation. His heart races, a smile curling his lips.

The room he leads him into isn't anything extravagant rather it was the opposite; plain with the only thing out of the ordinary being a pole placed where support was unnecessary. Rothalion released his hand, motioning for him to sit down as he brushed hands over the black coat he had chosen to wear that eve.

"Sit, dear. I wish to show you something," he finally said, a mischievous glint in bright green eyes. Ro disappeared through another door briefly, adjusting his coat and kicking off his usual boots to switch for something more suited for the occasion. When he returned it was alongside soft music, tall stilettos tapping with each step he took towards the pole. He closed his eyes, exhaling a long breath as he slowly unbuttoned the coat that hid much of his form behind it bulk. Eyes flick open and over, the coat sliding down his shoulders slowly to expose bare skin. He slid arms smoothly from the sleeves, coat pooling around his feet exposing a toned, scarred body beneath. All the adorned his body were garter belts, black panties that left little to the imagination and tall black stiletto boots reaching mid thigh.

He smirked, head tilting as he delicately stepped to the pole in the center of the room. A hand reached out to grasp it, his head turning to press his forehead to it ere he began to follow the rhythm of the music. He reached upward, pulling his body up once, twice. His body lifted, solely the strength in his arms holding him aloft as he stretched his legs out and spun. A leg hooked the pole, his body twirling gracefully downward. He cast his gaze over his shoulder at his 'audience', winking as he once more gripped the bar with his hands and flipped himself, catching the bar with a leg and flipping himself.

Again his slid himself down in a graceful twirl, landing upon the floor and leaning his head back. Ro closed his eyes, arching his back and spinning himself once. He glanced over to meet Zen's gaze as he rolled his hips slowly close to the bar. He licked his lips, strutting around the pole at an arm's length. He dropped down into a crouch, using his core to body roll back to standing. He hooked the pole with an ankle, spinning himself quickly until he was lowered to the floor. He rolled onto his back, arching his back ere turning onto his side with his cheek pressed to the floor. A hand raises, index finger curling in a come hither motion, dangerous glint within pointed gaze.

He thinks it some lesson in flora again. Assumes it to be an innocent means of both bonding and showing him that a life of normalcy IS in the realm of possibility, right outside his grasp if he is willing to stretch an arm far enough and seize it.

Oh, how WRONG he is, and whilst NORMALLY, he takes unkindly to being caught in error, this is an occasion where being wrong favors him entirely. It adds to the suspense as he watches Rothalion disappear, however briefly, through the door, only to emerge clad in something far more UNSUITED for most tasks. Nay, one would not garb themselves in that to plant flowers, or to scrub the floors clean of bootprints. Zenos may not be experienced in the ways of intimacy ( and the various ways one may appeal to the imagination amidst so ), but he knows THAT much.

" Mmm...? "

Needless to say, his interest is piqued, made evident only in the way he gets COMFORTABLE in the seat Rothalion had guided him to. He slips downwards within it, propping his elbow against the arm of it so he may lean his cheek 'gainst his palm, and legs ever so slowly SPREAD. He intends to watch, and watch intensely. Every graceful move, every arch of his backside, every sway of those hips... Zenos' eyes are locked in, daring not shift elsewhere for even a second lest he MISS part of the show.

Rothalion is a BEAUTIFUL man, which one needn't see him scantily clad to deduce. Sharp features, skin of dusk lavender marred by trauma and war, but still pleasing to the touch by worthy fingertips. Lithe, but fit form, and PIERCING gaze that Zenos has been lucky enough to be cut down by more than once, yet stared upon so gently as if naught else exists in the world but him. What, then, has he done to deserve to bask in the other's beauty to THIS extent, as well? To not merely lock eyes and stoke an explosive rivalry between them on the battlefield, but to see the Warrior of Light disrobed and vulnerable, shed of armor and weaponry, in nearly all his glory?

What an honor. A delicious, enticing, hunger-inducing honor.

Still, what does Rothalion hope to accomplish with this performance? Does he seek to leave Zenos so feverish with lust and arousal that the scars littering both their bodies double in number? To halt all manner of thought save for that of Rothalion's body... what Zenos could do to it? How Zenos could make him feel? What PLACES, more notably, he could touch that would leave the Warrior of Light submitting to him in, likely, the only way Zenos can accomplish? The smirk now tugging at the edges of his lips hardly tells of what outcome Rothalion HAS lead this pretty little dance towards, but his efforts won't be in vain.

" You should know I do not take orders, " Zenos huskily responds, eyeing that tantalizing curl of a finger almost as if he DOES want to approach, as beckoned. Nay, he stays right there, defiant and unmoving. " 'Tis you who will come hither and warm my lap. If you know what is good for you -- and I suspect you do -- you shan't deny me and make me wait any longer than I already have. " Two can play at this game. He may not be showing an easel of skin, waiting to be passionately painted and RUINED, or spinning and dancing in an admirable display of upper and lower body strength like Rothalion is, but he can taunt and tease just as much with a wider spread of his legs, and a palm ran down the length of one of his supple thighs, like an invitation.

" Come here and s i t. "

@draikoeques ;;

[kolak-magiia]

@draikoeques asked:

' just slow down for a minute, what's going on? ' //For Xadai uwu

It wasn't a new thing for Xadai to receive secret letters. Oftenmost they were his next assignment. Go to this place. Your target is such-and-such. Kill them, don't get caught. It was easy for him now, just another day's work.

But this one... This one he couldn't do. Gods it had to have been some sort of sick joke right? He couldn't even begin to fathom the sheer sadistic joy that Silence felt when this assignment was sent. For a long time, he thought maybe he was just in a nightmare. Maybe he was praying it was that. Just a nightmare.

But no. The name was written plain as day on the parchment that was held in trembling hands: Rothalion. The Warrior of Light.

Xadai found himself caught between a rock and a hard place. He'd never forgive himself nor likely survive if he tried to carry the job through. On the other hand, if Silence were to learn that he was refusing a job - something that was not tolerated - he would surely be hunted by the leader of his order and be punished. And that was if Silence was in a good fucking mood (rare).

His heart pounded so hard that he was deaf to the sound of his apartment door opening and a certain elezen calling his name. After all they'd been through together, the Dragonsong War, and everything that came after, Xadai felt extreme comfort in allowing Ro a copy of the key. Normally, he was welcome here. But.. not today. Not this time.

He knew Ro would pick up quickly on Xadai's foul mood, and so before he could say anything, Xadai stood from his chair and pointed at the door.

"Ro. You need to leave. We can't see each other anymore."

Even as the demand left him sharply, the cracking of his voice betrayed him and his despair. Fear iced his veins and he couldn't bear to see him knowing what was on that contract. But still, Ro persisted, the demand making frustration wash over the Au'ra.

"I said what I said, Rothalion!" Xadai barks, his hand gripping the parchment until his claws began to rip through it. "You can't be around me anymore. You have to leave and forget about me."

[brightblessed-aa]

 ⸻ ⚔ He hated him. He really did. Roi hated the understanding and kindness the other displayed toward him. In fact, he hated them all. Every person that tried to treat his injuries. When they brought him food, water, and books. When they tried to talk with him. When they tried to calm him down after he panicked or had a vision. He hated how much he wanted to indulge. How much he wanted to accept it and submerge himself in that kindness.

He could not allow himself to. He knew how this would end. It would all go up in flames eventually. Every single good thing turned into shit. It all burned to ash in his hands. He did not want to die or suffer. He would, however, rather die than suffer. Weapons had been confiscated from him after they realized he was a danger to himself. So even when the empire defeated the resistance, he would not be able to stop himself from being captured. Every noise he heard sent fear through him. Aside from when Rothalion was there. Even if Roi knew the empire would eventually kill him, there was a tiny bit of comfort in knowing the eikon-slayer was in the room with him.

"If I really was innocent like that, I would have resisted them to the last. Not become their dog." The man's words dripped with self-hatred. Roi was full of venom for everyone and everything, after all. Life and the world had failed him and he had failed himself.

Nevertheless, he ignores the humble words. There was something he had on his mind anyway. He had heard of Doma being freed now that he was here. But it did little to ease his worries.

"I did want to ask you." He finally makes eye contact with the other, amber eyes staring into his to search for a truth he doubted he could understand even if he found it.

"If you do win freedom for Ala Mhigo, do you not think the empire will just come back with more forces? Eventually, they will take it back. They will take Doma and probably Eorzea for helping the resistance."

It was clear any bit of hope had been snuffed out. Despite being freed from servitude, Roi was still their prisoner in his mind.

brightblessed​:

⸻ ⚔ Even as his body and his aether healed from the years of being held by the Garleans, his mind seemed to refuse to. He was plagued with fear. Each time a hand was extended to him in kindness, he either ignored it or bared his teeth. He was afraid of what would happen when the Garleans found him. When they killed those standing against them, as they always did. Even if the war seemed to be going in the resistance’s favor now… He knew it would not last. If there was one thing he had been taught, it was that there was no escape from the empire.

Roi refused to speak with them. He had finally stopped refusing their medical care. He was not a prisoner, he knew that. But he could not let his guard down. Not for any of them. Even now, he had been gifted a book by someone attempting to help him. He had refused to even look at it before they left. Now that he was alone, he read it. He remembered how much he used to enjoy reading…

“Still alive, huh?” He asked, his voice hoarse from a lack of using it recently. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t found himself stupidly worrying over the other. Even if he wanted to hate the man, he simply couldn’t. How annoying. As much as he tried to deny it, he still found it harder to hold his guard up around the hero.

“I’ve heard you’re carrying the resistance to victory.” He tries to sound more bitter than he feels. He looks down at the book in his hands. They had been treating him well. Far too well. More than he deserved.

“I don’t understand. Is it your influence that makes them kind to me? Lest you forget, I was… I am… I was working with THEM.” Against his will, maybe. But that hardly mattered in his mind.

  He stepped further into the room, a soft chuckle breaking lips as he shrugged his shoulders. It wasn’t as though he had not been hurt before, nor did he expect to come out of this conflict unharmed. The worst of the fight was still to come, but he had to hold out hope that no matter what was thrown at them - no matter what was thrown at him - that they would come out victorious.

  “Still alive, but not unscathed. We shall see soon who makes it to the other side, however; the final assault is coming,” he replied, an air of seriousness to his tone. Indeed, they closed in each day on the city. He could feel the tension and nerves everywhere he went, but he also felt the hope and determination all the same. He blinked from his own thoughts, shaking his head.

  “Nay, not carrying. I could never take credit for what all have contributed in the fight; I could not do this alone.” He drew closer, settling in a chair nearby but still keeping a respectful distance. A leg was crossed daintily over a knee, hands folded over his thighs and body leaned back in his seat.

  “As for the treatment here, ‘tis not my influence that does much at all. Many here have lost loved ones to conscription at the hands of the Empire, equally losing to deaths at their hands as at the hands of another in defense of their own homes.” He paused, glancing off to the side. “You no longer serve them, your forced labour is in the past. Any who deem you rotten for something you never wanted have more than just I to answer to.”

[thesilverfullcr]

3 WOL Fanarts <3

Eliane for @lights-flickering-flame

Rothalion for @draikoeques

Ambrose for @eorzeasaved

Thanks for helping me stay sane this evening!

[hautevaux]

@draikoeques ASKED: "You need to lie down." (Hope I'm not too late oop-)

Vaux says barely anything at all as he takes the advice offered. How fortuitous it is that Rothalion had thought to swing by the boutique that evening to find dear Vaux sat with his head dropped and his person trembling. Suffering seizures alone was normal for the tailor, and the days particularly stressful events had unfortunately lead to him suffering one - - and though he often forced himself to get up and carry on as normal as quickly as possible, that day he felt as if he couldn't. At least it seemed that Ro had noted it, and Vaux wasn't one to not do as he was told if discovered.

Thus he sits back on the couch, puts down whatever he had picked up and heaved a gentle sigh. He waited just long enough for the other to join him and then did Vaux lay himself down with his head upon the others lap. Eyes closed, person shifting to his side so he could curl up, hide his face against Ro's stomach and allowed his body to relax. Everything hurt, as it often did after a seizure, and he simply had to wait out the discomfort.

"Perhaps, darling... If we head home... You would wash my hair in the shower for me? It always helps me to feel better."

[sanctummiles]

@draikoeques asked: Rothalion hopped excitedly to Janlenoux, standing up on his tiptoes and reaching out with one hand to tug him gently down for a quick kiss. Then, between them, he lifted up a box. The box was long and somewhat flat, wrapped tight in a translucent blue ribbon that paired well with the bright red paper. "Happy Starlight, dearest!" he purrs, his smile bright. Within the box was a scabbard, one made to fit Janlenoux's blade. It was entirely silver and adorned with golden embellishment, bright blue sapphires embedded at the top and near the bottom of the scabbard on both sides. "Lucky for me I knew exactly where to go to have it crafted to the perfect dimensions without sneaking away your blade," he comments with a laugh, "They already had the blueprint on store. I... noticed your blade lacking anything to protect it, I know not if it had a scabbard proper to begin with but this will keep it sharp and in good shape even longer. Thought you might like something a little... extra, something pretty."

Some days were certainly better than others. Some days, it was as if Janlenoux was his normal self, other days he was convinced he could see the ghosts of his fallen brothers, suffered with terrible pain behind his eyes and an exhaustion he couldn't shift. He saw it as his punishment, from the Fury, for stepping wrong in his direction... for falling victim when he ought have seen that he was being misled. Alas... regret gets one nowhere.

Rothalion's joy never ceases to aid Janlenoux in perking up his mood, and though the smile he gave was ultimately small, he meant it. Talks of Starlight, however, was largely unexpected - - he'd not remembered the date, hadn't recalled the time of year... and now, he stood surprised with a gift betwixt his fingers.

His smile grew a smite wider, the reveal of the gift to be perfectly useful and greatly appreciated.

"...I used to have one, yes- - I actually lost it in the Weestern Highlands not long after I got it ... Adelphel and I had gotten into a spot of trouble, ended up stuck down a crevasse after falling in..." It was a bittersweet memory, knowing his dearest friend was no longer walking the earth like he did. "Thank you, Ro... this means much."

[speciosuspoematis]

@draikoeques asked:

Rothalion closes the door quietly behind him, a tray held betwixt hands as he tiptoed to the bed. He sat down upon the edge, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to his beloved's forehead. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty," he teases softly, smiling, "Happy Starlight, Snowdrop." When Cyvel eventually sits up, Ro places the little breakfast tray over his lap. Already Rothalion had brewed him his favourite tea, a few little desserts set upon a plate next to it. In the corner sat a brand new vase brimming with flowers of all shapes and sizes, a bouquet of those same flowers they had seen in Gridania when they had taken their last trip. Rothalion reached out to gently take Cyvel's hand, squeezing tenderly as he admired his husband. "I also made reservations for dinner later at that restaurant you like so much. Its expensive, but we can afford it - I can afford it. A treat for the holidays, yes?" He kisses the top of Cy's head.

Starlight?

How busy had Cyvel been of late, working his fingers to the bone to help the remaining set-up of the clinic he had funded within the Brume? Long nights of paperwork had lead the way to long days of adjusting his small fleet of workers and their apprentices - hard work, he couldn't deny, but being able to subtly open such a place the night before Starlight bought the poet a great sense of belonging and worth. At least folk could get their ailments tended from now on, festivities surrounding or otherwise.

When he is woken, Cyvel briefly wonders what day it is, the time also - and groans as he lifts his head from the pillow. It felt as if one night was simply not enough sleep to rid him of the aches, pains and fatigue he had accumulated over the past few weeks. And yet the blurred sight of his love bought a smile unto his face, as always.

"Desserts for breakfast - It must be a special day, indeed-" Starlight-? He'd almost forgotten in his gaze of business, but he pats the bed aside him for his love to join, to share in the treats he had been gifted that morning, all while eyes surveyed the beauty of the flowers before him.

"You spoil me--" He whispers, smiling brightly.

[phantasiiae]

"Where I come from..." he began, a gentle smile curving his lips as he reached into his satchel, "today is a very important day. Its one of my favourite holidays, although I know not if you celebrate a tradition similar here I would still celebrate with a dear friend. In my world we call it Starlight and its a season of giving... so..."

Rothalion pulls out a ring of flowers. There are a range of shapes and sizes, pink lilies and red roses and sprigs of baby's breath. Every stem is neatly knotted together, leaves and petals situated as to truly fill out the small wreath. He stepped forward, standing up on his tiptoes and reaching up to rest the flower crown upon Aerith's head. He smiles brighter.

"So long as I draw breath, these flowers will live. I've locked them in stasis, see? A bit of magic to retain their life and beauty. I know you like flowers and nature... and thought this would be a lovely way to take it with you wherever you may go."

Aerith blinks and giggles when Rothalion places the crown on her head, a wide grin appearing on her face. Little does he know that she makes flower crowns all the time, but for other people, not really for herself. It really is touching that he would think to do something like this for her...so she pulls him into a hug and presses a kiss to his cheek, smiling all the while.

"I love it! Thank you so much, Rothalion!" she chirps, rocking back on her heels. "It's almost Christmas here in our world, and it's pretty similar. We give gifts to friends and our loved ones. Though it's not until the end of the month, people spend the whole month spreading kindness and joy wherever they go. I don't have anything for you yet...but I'll definitely think of something! Just you wait!"

[of-ancunin]

@draikoeques continued from X

Would it have been pathetic to call it nice to have company once more? Weak? Admitting loneliness? Any of the many negative things running through his mind at the fact that he was, for once, enjoying someone being around him?

Truth be told that whole ordeal with the Netherbrain had made Astarion realize just how very alone he had been for so long. He'd somehow managed to compartmentalize that part of him, lock it away deep deep down so that Cazador couldn't further destroy what little had been left of him. He had a hard time remembering his life before being enslaved but bits and pieces came every now and then.

He felt deep down that he'd must have been social, must have enjoyed company of others. Hells below he'd obviously must have if he'd enjoyed his previous companions during their quest. Now though, after these few years of being on his own again he could admit that he did miss this.

He turned his head from where he'd sat beside his companion. The Drow was odd he'd give him that but in an amusing almost childlike way. While Astarion inhabited the Underdark out of necessity, Rothalion seemed to voluntarily refuse to leave it. It was fine with Astarion though, there was an odd beauty to the bio-luminescent world of the Underdark though that did not mean he didn't miss the fresh cool air of the night above ground away from the burden of the remaining spawn.

"Oh? You didn't know? The sky is falling upon us. Should any of those parts fall upon us I'm sure we'll burn up to ash. I thought you'd might enjoy our last moments upon this plain ", he said a slight quirk of his lips. There was perhaps some truth upon his words, he'd have to begrudgingly thank Gale for the information.

The next few words though had him looking at the Drow quizzically. A slight furrow of his brows as he processed the words. Liked, not many had truthfully admitted to liking his company at least his company if it was not including intimacy. He digested the words as his scarlet gaze returned to the skies above, his eyes tracking the streaks of light.

"I don't see why not. You are free to do as you wish. Though I suppose I shall allow myself to be selfish and admit that... I too seem to enjoy your presence. But don't think this is any sort of declaration of love or something mad like that", he replied the latter comment holding hint of jest in his tone.

[tenebriism]

♡ //For Zen uwu Always and across all the aus :3c

PUT  A   ♡  IN  THE  ASK  IF  YOUR  MUSE  HAS  A  CRUSH  ON  MINE. - [ ACCEPTING ] ;;

" ... "

" You say you wish to crush me in battle? Does the thrill of besting me and standing TRIUMPHANT overtop me after a good spar make your blood pump with anticipation, beloved? It certainly does mine. Come, let us venture to our usual spot, to see to the commencement of this explosive clash. "

He's already turning around to leave. Yes, his weapon is already drawn.

[nobilismiles]

@draikoeques asked: Rothalion has become a familiar sight in Limsa for some time now, often arriving in his offtime to seek out Carvallain in case he has a chance to catch him before he sets sail once more. There are times even that Ro has managed to hurry aboard just before they leave and, admittedly, he had come to love the sea that much more with every trip he took alongside Carv and his crew. This was another such time, Rothalion sprinting up the boarding plank just in time with a grin upon his face and a lightness to bright eyes. Carvallain is easy to locate once on board, sometimes more so than when trapped within the city. He strides happily towards the captain, a hand lifted in greeting ere reaching out to catch the collar of his shirt when close enough. He tugs Carvallain down, abruptly pulling him into a passionate, albeit brief, kiss. When he pulls back, he cannot hide the bright pink dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears even as he smiles just as bright as moments prior. "That's for the earrings," he purred, his free hand lifting almost instinctually to brush fingertips over a pearl. He chuckles, scoffing lightly. "Or it could mean even more, should you be open to such. Regardless, I would also like to thank you for the addition gift. If I were not so worried I would think mayhap you were courting me." A tease, amusement twinkling within eyes.

With another voyage planned for that morning, Carvallain had been getting ready at his apartment quietly, enjoying the last moments of peace ere the seas took them once more. How exciting it was, to be setting sail first for Sharlayan (and the import of some goods from the Far East-) and then onto shores anew in the form of Thavnair. An exciting prospect, and sealing such an invitation was difficult at best - - but ever was Carvallain the business man and if someone could expand their network, it was him.

Once at the Misery, he'd made certain his quarters were tidied and comfortable, stocked with snacks for the nights where he couldn't get to sleep, made certain he had plenty of paper and extra maps should he get carried away with drawing his lines and routes and only then did he head up to deck.

Setting sail was easy enough and, to cut the time between Limsa Lominsa and Sharlayan, Carvallain had intended to use the well hidden ceruleum engines within the depths of the ship - - but had paused in initiating them ere they had left Lominsan waters. 'T was good, then, that their departure was slowed for the sights of an elezen leaping aboard crossed his vision and an idle smile encompassed features swiftly. It seemed they would have extra company for their voyage.

Being tugged into a kiss was just as unexpected, and his dear second in command had to rather briefly grab the wheel of the ship so that Carv didn't accidentally clip the dock on the way out, given that he couldn't see for but a moment.

"Oh you did find them then? I was rather worried they wouldn't be discovered. I was always told that one never gifted anything such as that without something inside, it was bad luck." An old Ishgargian tradition, in truth, but he didn't expand on that, of course.

"Ah--- thinking of getting your hands on the captain, eh?" A tease in turn; "Not many have succeeded in those kinds of intentions~"

[kolak-magiia]

@draikoeques asked:

Rothalion reaches up, standing on his tiptoes to wipe away a spot of soot on Ciel's cheek with his thumb. He then huffs, the tips of his ears tinted pink as he looked away. "You missed a spot," he mumbled quietly, perhaps a little shy. //Have a cute gesture for the idiot uwu

The rag he was using was already stained a deep ash color after wiping off his face and hands. Of course, he'd seemed to have missed a smudge on his cheek, or maybe the dirty rag was the cause of it? Hard to tell. Honestly he probably wouldn't have noticed until he got home and saw himself in the mirror, tired as he was from a long day's work.

"Ah..? Oh, thank you." He mumbles, his own cheeks tinting a slight shade of red, before he covers it by yawning and stretching his arms up over his head. "I was just finishing up for the evening. What brings you here?"