awkward romance between a rogue and a wizard

Bar Fight...With The Entire Bar?

Deciding the turn order its Honey, Luthien, Payne, then Twig.(Honey only joined because she was promised more cinnamon buns) Honey is up first and casts sleep on one of the 3 dwarves who falls face first on the dirty bar floor. Luthien goes for the dwarf with the highest amount of HP and casts firebolt lighting his ass on fire, but sticks it into a water trough. Now, Payne uses blitz hoping to take surprise attack damage as well; he fails but deals 12 damage.

Now more dwarves swarm the scene and Twig went to hit one with a dagger, but missed by a long shot. Bringing it back full circle to Honey's turn however, she gives a dwarf a cinnamon bun and makes a boss dwarf on accident with five extra HP. Honey felt so guilty and worried for her friends but Luthien shut her up by firebolting the shit out of this guy.

More things happen along the way but unfortunately, Twig got the shaft. First being high off of alcohol fumes he shanks a table leg then tries to stab someone but slips on a puddle of alcohol, barrel rolling through more highly flammable alcohol into a torch which lights him on fire, rolling out of the door, ricocheting off some object and falls face first into the snow and soaking him through this clothes; there goes his credibility as "the rogue feared by many". Following the spectacle the commotion altogether just stopped, Payne tried not to laugh, Honey was worried for him, Luthien sweat dropped and the dwarf he was supposed to attack had this look on his face, looking at the three like "what in the fuck was that?" The three just shrugged and the battle continued.

With our party being the victor and the dwarf; known as Thalgur  insults the rogue who insults the dwarf in retaliation. After learning about the building they begin to head out, but the clock in the heart of the city chimes 11 and everyone begins to close up shop. Meaning that the troupe should go to the inn across the way. Luthien tells Honey and Payne to go without her; she'll get the train wreck. 

Walking over to the Twig sized silhouette she finds him passed out on the arctic stone. Since he fell face first she flipped him over and checked for his pulse, upon finding one she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. "You're alive." She breathes, silently thanking Ignis for his gracious act. She sees his body though his soaked clothes and blushes; Its a sight she's seen before yet it still gets her every time. She slings him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carries him into the inn. Getting a shared room to keep him company since she is capable of warmth. Thanking the innkeep she heads upstairs to room 111.

Laying him down on his cloak she runs a warm bath for him to get his temperature up, once the temperature is just right she lifts him up, strips him of his clothes and undergarments much to her embarrassment and hurriedly gets him into the bath in attempts to resist the ever growing urge to look at his penis. Laying him down so his head rests on the rim, she derobes  herself so she's in her pantsuit as to not sully her robe or flower crown down then, she just waits, playing with her little Fox familiar until he starts to stir to which she vanishes her familiar and tends to him.

"What...happened?" He asks weakly still waking up from his unconscious state "Oh thank Lord Ignis you're alright."  He looks to his right and finds a concerned pair of Amethyst orbs looking at him, wringing a warm rag, and wiping the dirt off of him gently as to not disturb his wounds. A moment of silence passes "You could have died, you know." Luthien speaks, breaking the silence "I could have lo-" she pauses realizing what she was going to say "we could have lost you."

"You guys wouldn't have cared anyway." He rolls his eyes

"Ah, but we would've." She smirks

"You wouldn't have. I'm a 'rogue feared by many' because I'm just a Dragonborn. You saw how I acted today and I lost all credibility for that. I'm a disgrace of a rogue." The truth slips

"Aww, Twig, you make our little three man band better. Payne appreciates your comedic relief; it gives him something to laugh about, Honey appreciates how considerate you are and how you will help your allies; always." She pauses, wondering if she should confess  what he means to her or not; debating it mentally "I appreciate the fact that you look out for everyone and aren't afraid to be yourself, on top of that, who cares if you're not a good rogue; I'm not a good wizard."

"Yes you are. You're the best goddamn wizard I've ever come across." He says sitting straight up

She giggles "You flatter me, Twiggy." As she drains the bath water handing him a warm towel she made using prestidigitation to wrap around himself, sitting him down and putting some ointment on his tiny burns and scratches "I'm not a good wizard because I have a whole range of spells; i just choose to use firebolt all the time. I never figured out how to make my other spells work besides prestidigitation; what kind of wizard is that, hm?"

He pauses, and realizes she's right. She has only used two spells in their time together, one more than the other. "You're still the best wizard I've seen, I don't see many wizards with such a polished firebolt like yours." He says looking into her big violet orbs.

"And I don't see a lot of rogues with a sense of humor like you." She says with a small smile looking into his warm brown eyes, cupping his face with her hand. She pulls away and goes to bandage him up not speaking another word, for she has said too much. When that was done she helps him up off the toilet seat and  hands him her robe to sleep in. 

"Shouldn't you wear this? It's freezing." He asks, concern lacing his voice

"Uhm, last time I checked, I wasn't the one almost dead because of hypothermia." She snaps back "now wear it to bed, ill be back with a warm rag and furs." She scurries into the bathroom and the closet as he gets himself into bed. Luthien approaches the bedside with 4 fur pelts and a warm rag to go on his forehead. She keeps one pelt for herself as she crawls into the bed next to him.

Facing away from each other they both drift into their own thoughts Luthien's mind runs rampant, hoping she doesn't fuck up anything or accidentally cuddles him. She doesn't want to be seen as vulnerable and she absolutely cannot do that again; that was a process. Her mind is also clouded with impure thoughts, I mean, a guy and a girl in the same bed together; scandalous, no? But she thinks maybe, if they do end up cuddling, it would help her feel safer and maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let her guard down just that once. With the thought of sharing warmth she slowly drifts off into a warm, sunny dreamland.

Twig on the other hand, his trickster instinct was coming out. He could say that he slept with Luthien and embarrass the shit out of her lovingly, for he was smitten with the girl. He wants to cuddle with her since he is still cold somehow, but her facing away was pretty clear that she didn't want to cuddle; maybe in her sleep? He could only hope. The thoughts of embarrassing her slowly turned to thoughts of her. the truthful conversation, how she wasn't afraid of him, everyone in the group liked him, how carefully she treated his wounds and how carefully she bandaged him up and took care of him, to keep him alive. Smiling fondly he can't help but think. 'Does she love me? Is she ready to love me? All I know is that I will wait for as long as it will take' and that is the honest truth. His eyes slowly close as he drifts off to sleep, the events of today tiring him out but they shot back open to hear a banging against the wall, bed creaking, and loud moans.

Luthien must have heard it too because she just shot straight up and looked at Twig who was the same way; they looked at each other but not in a 'oh my god, do you hear that?' Way but rather in a 'holy smokes Honey and Payne are getting it on tonight.'. Recovering from that, they both lay back down and whisper laugh with each other; twig soon realizes he is the only one laughing as Luthien was passed out. He gazes upon her sleeping face, covered in the veil of moonlight and it makes his heart skip a beat; he wants to see this for the rest of his life. He thinks about her once more before slipping into dream land and passing out from exhaustion himself.