Tea

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*lets let the main two rest eh? Now to these two. This is an important chapter.

Emett looked up at Grase gently, a small packet of tea in his hands, "why don't i make you some tea hmm? We can chat just like old times." He said warmly, his eyes gentle towards the man he loved.

Grase gave a nod and yawned just a bit after, obviously tired. "i miss having you around Emett, we used to be so relaxed together...now with this whole war thing...even times like these are rare i just dont know what I'll do if i dont get breaks more oft-" he was cut off by a cup at his lips.

"Drink, dear, and everything you're worried about will be washed away while i finish the tea hmm? You really must relax." He smiled, kissing him gently and quickly, moving back to the kitchen. Emett had always been self conscious about his size, his weight, his width. He had never wanted Grase to see how gross he was, but at the same time, he felt okay with Grase handling him, holding him, touching him. He couldn't imagine a world where he didn't have him. In life or in death.

Emett gave him a small cup of tea and sat down next to him, laying against him and kissed him gently, Grase's hands running through his hair gently, "this war is going to break us Emett...you sure you want to be the leader in all of this?" He murmured fearing for Emett's life.

Emett gave a nod, "I'm sure...I've already foreseen all of this, i know what happens...just dont cry when something happens, don't lose control." He muttered softly, fear rising in his gut before he looked up at Grase. "Just...know that everything will work out just fine. Okay?" He raised a hand to Grase's cheek gently, patting his face softly before laying back.

"Emett, what's going to happen...please i need to know. Will something happen to y-"

"Just know that it'll be okay...as long as you keep both Necromancers alive...just keep them alive and it'll be okay. I promise." He chuckled, eyes watering. He sat up and switched on the small radio, where soft tunes and heartfelt songs played throughout the room. "Hey...you know the King doesn't stand a chance...not against us and our armies. We have brains..we have stratagy." He smiled, moving to kiss him gently, "we'll be okay."

Grase gave a nod, "those boys...the werewolf..and the young mancer. They have a connection. I think i was right to assume that saving him would be crucial. Who knows. Maybe the young mancer is the savior..but its too early to assume that. He doesnt even have a mask yet...unlike the older mancer. So who knows?"

Emett gave a smile, nodding gently, "i think he is the savior. No doubt, and he'll get his mask soon enough, not all mancers get them right away, just like how all psychics don't know how to read fortunes right away. Its all in due time my beautiful sorcerer." He smiled, looking to Grase gently, eyes gentle.

Grase gave him a laugh and a kiss. His cheeks warming up a cool blue at the smile Emett gave him. His white skin beautiful against the olive skin, "i love you Emett, i really really do." He smiled. Hugging him up gently, laying his head down gently on his shoulder and holding him. Running his hands down his sides lovingly, kissing his cheeks and gaining a giggle from Emett, his eyes gentle.

"I love you too you big goof." He laughed, kissing his forehead and running the vines coming from Grase's face gently, the thorns a lovely violet color.

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