AnOTP: FitzChivalry/Sugar

[chivsbastard]

FitzChivalry is outside, looking for a weapons shed or something. He needs something to defend himself, especially after that strange storm that woke him with a Skill headache, afraid he'd had a seizure in his sleep. He tried questing with the Wit, but there was only sickening emptiness, and so he gave that up before the nausea it induced drove him

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[crimson_sugar]

He probably would come across Sugar, walking about alone, sneaking around herself, trying to make sense of this place. She’s not going anywhere close to the forest - you don’t need to be a psychic to know things are wrong, when the Blood is uneasy.

She’ll be poking around a derelict shed that looks like it might contain useful things. Because even Sugar needs to know she can keep her kid safe, and with Lucivar being almost on the killing edge, she wants to be able to do it on her own.

[chivsbastard]

He opens the door, grumbling under his breath and blinks, at her. Then bows, quickly. "Pardon, Lady. I didn't know someone was here."

[crimson_sugar]

She’ll start, and drop an axe she was examining on the floor, moving just fast enough to avoid it - but it’s planted within exactly a quarter of an inch from her toe.

“No, not at all, Sir,” she curtsies, and tries to recover from the little start. Sugar tends to be jumpy, these days.

[chivsbastard]

He goes over and tugs it out of the floor, examines it. He almost smiles, but instead says gravely, "A good choice."