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For a month now Bran has gotten up to go for his usual morning walk to see Ray like he had for the past summer, but every morning for a month now she hadn't been there, and not to his surprise neither had that damn boy who was always with her. Every time he spoke of the boy who was with her to the boy who took care of him, trained him to pursue her would chuckle. It was always a pleased chuckled because it seemed the girl did most of wooing by the amount of tension she caused between boys, but when Bran first met Burke he was so serious and stern with him in ways that make him get sick to the stomach, upset to the point of tears and hurt to the point of needing healers. Now though, now that they look similar in age- Brant noticed Burke had become kinder over the years. Maybe it was because Brant finally got his training down, but losing Ray after they found her maybe that isn't true either.

Remembering what Ray had told him about where she lived he snuck his way through the woods hoping he is quieter than he believes himself to be, but every twig that snaps under his sleek leather boots makes a chill run up his spine. After years of practice and discipline he is as quiet as he hoped he is, nothing more than a small rabbit. With Burke's cruelty for perfection sometimes Bran would have doubts in himself.

Making it to the edge of the forest he looks out into the meadow at a old man trimming sheep wool as the woman next to him happily cleans it in a large suddy bucket.They talk so low that he can't hear what they're talking about, but the man laughs and looks around with a longing expression. An expression Bran had never witnessed before making his stomach twist as he wonders if the only person he had in his long ever missed him that much, and if he did if it were a fatherly way or another.

"I haven't heard from you in quite some time" a familiar low voice says from above him, the voice that was just on his thoughts,

When Bran looks up he sees a dark cloaked figure piecing out at the couple on the farm and wrinkling his nose before rolling his bright blue eyes to meet his,

"By a while, I mean a month, where did she go?"

"I'm not-" Bran mumbles, the man sighs hoping from the tree with ease landing next to the boy,

Bran was not willing to make eye contact as he looked out at Morte and a woman who looked alot like Daemon. So Burke takes in what he can by the language he puts off and it makes him frown just a little as the same sense of fright glows around him.

"Fine" Burke says sighing softly to himself and Bran's brown eyes finally wonder to him, "Take me to this damned library you'd always tell me about"

As Burke past Bran he wanted to mumble that he missed him this month, but thought it weird to himself so just followed but smiled to himself when the large man took off the cloak and held it out to him and growled,

"Autumn is coming you really should've been home sooner with this news and to get warmer attire"

The walk out of the woods was quite nothing more than a rabbit staying close to a deer in hopes the deer would be better prey if they were to be hunted, poor silly rabbit didn't know he was a fawn next to a large buck. A few small talk conversations as they reached the edge of the forest, the edge of their cover. It made Bran a bit happy when he told Burke the past several weeks have been lonely and he looked over his shoulder at him and said, "I understand I've been lonely too"

The walk through town as thunder rolled in was even more cruel as neither of them said a word, but Bran had been through this with Burke before and displeased him. Stopping under the sign as purple flashed through the dark town and the sign swinged in the pouring rain. Burke looked up, his face dripping water and Bran looked at the puddle under his feet frowning at his reflection as Burke held the door open. The sound of the bell drowned out by the slamming of the rain.

Sitting at a run down library Burke sits eyeing a red and black chess board. Bran sitting across from him bouncing his leg impatiently thinking maybe he finally had him, but watching as Burke moves his Queen across the surprisingly beautiful board to H4 and without Bran's King moving in the game yet. Both men pier at each other as the King piece is now in check mate and he sighs as he so easily won his fourth round.

Bran, looking as though he could be Burke's brother, wonders how old this guy is and where did he learn all of these skills he had been teaching him over the years of tracking this girl down. The man that didn't age but is old enough to be his father. Bran didn't like the thought of that and felt his cheeks grow hot.

The curiosity goes as far as wondering why he looks the exact same as when he did when the kingdom he was born in went to hell and he took him in all those years ago. The talk of elves seemed crazy about a month ago when he made eye contact with a very large shadow cast figure at the Inn, a stomach feeling telling him to lock himself in his rooms, when really he now understands he should've told his Burke sooner about the encounter. looking at him now he never noticed how stunning Burke is with choppy short silver hair, bright blue eyes and tanned skin that shows the amount of time he spends in the sun. Under his leathery clothes and his upright posture tells everyone who sees him just how fit he is too.

"Im sorry" Bran mumbles a sad apology,

"We'll find her" he answers, his eyes following the step down to the librarian tied up, "Sadly my bitch sister found her first, I knew was closing in"

His teeth grated a bit but when Burke looked back at Bran's face staring at the tied up Librarian his feelings mixed to holt as he studied his expression with understanding, but also wished Bran understood why he does what he does. Bran finally feeling Burke's eyes on him turned his gaze to him and gave him a slightly different expression as if asking what.

Burke shaked his head in a reply of nothing when they both knew it was something and as Burke ground his feet and wandered down the few steps to the man tied up. Bran put the board back where it belongs and his fingers traced the spot where he nearly touched Ray's hand, the same feeling he gets when-

When the Librarian hisses Bran looks up at Burke untying him and feels a smile tug slightly as Burke also uses some of their healing solve on him and whispers a mumbled,

"Thanks"

As the old Librarian gathers his strength to move again the two of them disappear into the thundering night. Making it to the next town by morning where the two of them were eager to fall onto a bed that neither of them thought a second thought of it being a single bed nor still being dripping wet. With only inches between them it hadn't taken long for it to grow warm and the two of them to fall asleep.