"He writes poetry?"
I interject, surprised to hear this news about Isaiah.
He would've had the same training as Xavier then. Ball room dancing, social etiquette, diplomacy. Stubbornness.
I then recall the near perfect condition of his knight uniform which Jeremiah helped restore.
"I also think that being a knight and a part of the royal family means alot to you all. Perhaps that's why he's so insistent to not forget."
Turning to Jeremiah, I put an arm around his shoulder, giving him a little hug and a good natured smile.
"Nah, I think you're just fine. I quite like it, seeing you get all cheeky and fired up. It's needed sometimes. Keeping things in isnt good for you."
"You're so silly. You don't need to thank you, Caleb."
There's a comfortable silence between us as we scarf down our food at this late hour, tired and happy, seeking sleep.
"You wanna know what I've realised?"
The question is a clear indication to Caleb that sleepy, unfiltered yapping would commence.
"-And that's why you're kind of like a role model because you've always anticipated my needs, you know? Like a handsome secretary, so... Yeah."
@floristofphilos "Urgh, hell no!"
Making a face when Jeremiah gives the most wholesome, benevolent answer, I shake my head.
"Let's hear something selfish. Indulgent. Maybe even a little guilty pleasure. It's your birthday, so... Go big. Bigger."
@floristofphilos "More sinus than hayfever. Thankfully, I only get to visit your flowers instead of tend to them. Otherwise... How are you feeling?"
Giving Jeremiah a look of interest, I study his face for a moment.
"Do you wanna rest some more? Go for a walk?"
@SoulOfNayel “Why wouldn’t I be? You’ve always been someone I found compelling. Although I still have a bone to pick with you about the day you walked away after helping me catch that Lemurian flammula…”
@SoulOfNayel “She’s a hunter, so she thinks like one. But she doesn’t show it. Part of the job. Whether it’s finding a new place to explore or an old one. You always look out for each other.”
My hands rub Rafayel’s cheek and neck affectionately.
“Maybe… I should have a talk with her…”
Reaching up, each hand gently cups Rafayel’s cheek and neck, peering into his lovely eyes intently.
“Perhaps she’s never told you just how much she worries about you… If you closed the front gate again or left it open. Even though you could evicerate anybody who came through. If you got so occupied when painting you forgot to eat. If you miss your family and get homesick… If you’re still mad after not winning anything from the claw machine. But then she realises that it’s not so bad. Because everything will be okay once she’s with you.”