awkward romance between a rogue and a wizard

Meeting

Upon a cold winters night at the old tavern in town, a group of 3 sat at the bar downing their beverages, being merry and being general assholes to each other. That group consisted of a Wood Elf Wizard, A Tiefling Fighter and A Demi-Human Sorceress enjoying their victory against one of their big battles. All the laughter and good vibes dissipated when the little but loud chime of the bell rung throughout the tavern signaling someone has entered. Looking to see who entered only instilled an intense amount of fear on everyone in the small room as in walked the Dragonborn Hybrid; Twig. He is a rogue of legend said to be feared by many and when he walked into the tavern, people cowered in fear.

Those rumors turned out to be true as everyone was afraid of what would occur if they made one wrong move or turn, all except one; The Wood Elf. Following the gazes of the others she turned to look upon the looming figure of the Hybrid, sipping her drink to take in more of his appearance looking him up and down. Closing her eyes, she smiled into her drink Wondering what business a supposed hotshot like him has showing up in this quaint little tavern.

Approaching the group of 3, Twigs hulking figure shrank back a bit as he noticed the Elf look him up and down. Despite looking him up and down, he felt her violet eyes were free of judgement and ridicule however as he was taught the hard way, appearances can be deceiving, especially when closed her eyes. Shaking the thought he strode over to the 3, each step making a loud but seemingly louder thud and when he stopped, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Uhm, hello," he waves quickly and hesitantly "I've been thinking of joining a guild and I would like to join yours maybe?" he asked with a deep voice laced with hesitation because its not everyday the most feared rogue comes in asking to join a guild.

The 3 locked gazes with each other, having a silent conversation each looking for approval. After what seemed like forever a member. Luthien Gallach, a Wood Elf Wizard turned and stared the Hybrid dead in his brown eyes. After a dramatic pause she responds calmly "Okay, welcome to the guild," pointing to the guild she introduces the members one by one.

"From left to right we have Payne Redtooth, a Tiefling Fighter, me, Luthien Gallach, a Wood Elf Wizard, then to my right is Honey, a demi-human Sorcerer."

Things started to go back to normal as white noise from the other occupants of the tavern have begun speaking again, creating a buzz of chatter in the air recovering from the initial shock the good vibes started to return.

"So, do I just sit here or?" Twig walks and points to an empty seat next to Honey a nod and a soft "I don't mind!" came from her as he took his seat next to the bunny-esque human

As everyone starts to make pleasant conversation, learning a little more about Twig other than the pre-established fact that he's a Dragonborn hybrid feared by many and a rogue. As everyone merrily drinks and chatters to their hearts content, daylight slowly fades into nighttime signaling the guild they should leave and head to the inn to prepare for more adventure tomorrow.

In the guild some were sober, some were drunk off their ass and slowly but surely made their way to the inn with support. The soberest member checked in, and they all went to bed in their respective rooms while the sober ones could only imagine and pity how the drunks will feel the next day.

The pale moonlight shines through the window where Luthien is at her bedside, kneeling, hands clasped, eyes shut, praying to Lord Ignis The Divine. She whispers a prayer, a soft little prayer she hopes will be answered in the near future, as she finishes the prayer she stills and gazes upon the moon. She speaks nothing more as she disrobes herself and ties up her hair leaving her in her white bodysuit as she crawls into bed where now lies a confused elf, awake and facing the window. It seems all she can think about is the skinny, scruffy hybrid who joined the guild just hours before

"He has pretty brown eyes." she mumbled "and his brown hair just looks so soft." she muttered, laying on her back reaching a hand into the air "His body..."her hand comes down and she caresses herself a small amount thinking impure thoughts that a wood elf of her caliber just should not have. Shaking them off  "it fits him" she whispered to herself kinda embarrassed she thought about such of a thing. in her embarrassment she quickly shifts positions and falls asleep

On the otherhand, Twig is in his room gazing at the moon; the more he stares the more he can see a silhouette of Luthien's Face in it. Catching himself he removes his helmet, cloak and tunic, untucking his shirt and removing the sash and crawls into his bed lying awake thinking of none other than Luthien herself. Staring at the ceiling he starts thinking, mulling over her.

"Her eyes had a glow to them, she didn't ridicule me nor was she scared of me, it was like she welcomed me in a way and had no ill will... is she really neutral... or was it just to bring my guard down so the entire group can backstab me later?" he sighs internally monologuing about what he noticed about her and assessing the others and how they appeared before his mind drifted off to other guild members and trivial questions for example "Would they like him?"  and the answer is yes, for he might have unknowingly captured the interest of a certain guild member and she has captured his but he knew that.