I went to see Ceildrik everyday and every night I drank him under the table. One day in the shop he swept me around and asked me."What you come see me for, I make you wonderful things, i make you rings, I make you door knobs, I make you handles, I make you hinges, I making even. Swords and weaponry.""I'm sorry did you propose to me, what was that first one?""What, what door knob? Is something special in your country?""Well no, not really, you know my children do need a good strong father figure.""Children? This something I not know?""Oh they're not really a bother." I say waving him off "I've got to get back to work now myself. Bye" I kiss him and he smiles off at me.I hear him as I walk away sighing my name and I smile at how taken he is with me, he really is a good man.As I sit down at the bar talking to Bell and arguing with him "you're not my mother! I have a mother, she is a moth, a moth noble!""what do you mean your not my baby boy, of course you are""Caspian, I swear to the goddesses and gods if you don't stop this nonsense I'll have to do something about it.""You're breaking your mother's heart!" I tell him.he throws up his fuzzy grey hands into the air "I'm done with this nonsense, I'm going to clear my head""Alright baby, well be safe""I'm not," he says and then stops himself and storms out. Children can be so foolish sometimes.Later that evening as I am writing, when Ceildrik walks in, I get up and stretch and smile at him waving him over. As Ceildrik walks into the tavern and grabes a sturdy clear liquid that we often take shots of. He seams nervous as he sits down at the table taking a shot and then passing me one."To my health" I say and shot it back. Then I watch him, lean muscular form he almost seams shy tonight and I wait for him to say something. I close my book and lean forward."What-?" I can't get the full question out before he has the ring and the door knob on the table."My Caspian, I not good with words, but you are brightness to me, I am not smart or very good at much, but you see good in me, we laugh, we have joyousness, I enjoy you and am spending much times with you. We are what people say good for one another, you like to battle beasts and I miss battling beasts, I am simple shop keep, I make weapon, but today you say, has children and I think, I make good father, if you having me. Yes?""Yes" I say and throw my arms around him kissing him deeply.
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My Band of Idiots
FantasyThr'bel a moth folk Bard who is on a diplomatic mission to unite his country with other country's around the world of Sivona. What he wasn't expecting was a bartender named Luck to sweep him off his feet. Paws is a rouge and Druid by day and a broth...