The Stableboy's shadow (BL)

Chapter 14

For a second there, the only sounds inhabiting the tent was the tight, short and surprised breathing of the three people in front of us. Through the part of me in Percevin, I perceived myself. A flash back from that night at the inn, when I had done the same to that asshole harassing people. The confusion between fear and terror fighting to win him over. Fight or flight, or freeze.

He did the latter.

- Untie him, I ordered.

I gesture for the other two to get to Percy as my shadows finished forming my body and dissipating around like nothing had happened. With a sharp nod of their leader, they advanced to him and undid his bindings. The boy immediately brought his hands forward and massaged his wrists, eyeing the three figures with an attentive eye. Then, his gaze fell on me again and my smirk widened into a smile when I noticed the confusion painting all of his traits.

The drop dead gorgeous androgenic body of the person I was holding against me relaxed, and they tilted their head backward against my shoulder, offering me their whole throat with a smile on their face.

- Always one for theatrics, I said, flattening the blade against their throat. Your timing was splendid. I should've known it was you.

I lowered the dagger to allow them to step away from me and turn around. Their dark skin reflected the like beautifully, as usual, and the glint of light in their brown eyes seemed to brighten their smile. As soon as I could see their face, they pulled me in a tight hug, nuzzling their head into my neck like they always did. As soon as I responded to the embrace, their arms around me squeezed and it turned this sweet snuggle into a bone-crushing bear hug. All the air escaped my lungs and I struggled to exhale a groan, wincing at the jolt of pain.

- Hey, easy, I breathe out. Just got out a of pretty tight situash.

- Yea, I heard, they answered, backing up and putting their hands on my shoulders to examine me. The bitch did a good job with the potions. Once again. Who's your pretty boy?

They turned around to face Percy, who was just getting up. His face reddened instantly under the burning gaze of my friend, as the two men passed him to exit the room at the hand wave of their leader.

- This is Percevin, I presented. Percevin, meet my oldest friend, Aneimis, the Looter Caln.

- Sorry about all of... that, Mis said, gesturing around the reminding of bindings on the ground. M'not one to take chances.

The boy only frowned in response, his gaze flying between myself and the wonderful half-elf by my side.

- How d'ya find yourself stuck with one like him, the thief asked. No offense, he pointed toward Percy.

- It's a long story, I sighed.

Mis chuckled, rolling their eyes. They walked toward the tent flap and grabbed the side of it. They posed, turning back to us and smirked devilishly, this familiar twinkle of mischief in their eyes.

- And ya know I prepared a fuckn feast.

They dramatically pulled the flap and bowed for us to walk out. I shook my head, laughing with exasperation, even though my heart was jumping up and down with excitement of seeing my friend after years of me leaving them. I couldn't believe I was here, with them, couldn't process that it was happening, that I wasn't dreaming, that Aneimis was indeed in front of me.

I gestured for Percevin to follow me. He looked hesitant, his confusion still palpable, before he took a step forward. He followed me out the medical tent, so near the back of my shoulder almost touched his chest. As we passed them, Mis gazed up with this malicious grin and they straightened up, releasing the tent flap.