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Authors: Sasha L. Miller
Tags: Gay romance, Fantasy
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fine. Isaia had gotten them out of the lake, and now they were going to port out, and everything would be fine.
"Are you sure?" Isaia asked. He stepped forward, touching his hand to Amantea's chin. It was a soft, intimate touch, and Amantea stepped back, not wanting to deal with the rush of emotion it elicited. He almost wanted to go back to when Isaia was trying to get rid of him.
"I'm sure. Go get your sister," Amantea said shortly. He moved away, crossing to the last gaps in the circle. Isaia was gone around the curve of the cave before he set the first one.
He could hear Isaia and Teria bickering before he saw them, something about her scarf, and Amantea quickly unwrapped it from around his neck. He folded it over his arm and then busied himself looking over each of the portal anchors. He didn't need to, but it was better than standing there waiting for Isaia and Teria to appear.
"See? It's fine," Isaia said. "You can have it back now. We're going to my father's old house, and I have plenty there."
"Ugh," Teria muttered, though at the location or something to do with the scarves, Amantea didn't know. He handed her the scarf, which she took and wrapped around her head. She gave Amantea a smile that looked like it hurt her mouth to make. "Thank you."
Amantea nodded, not sure what to say to that. Isaia was carrying the books that had been at the back of the cavern, and he had a bright red cushion tucked under his arm.
"Let's get this done," Isaia said, stepping into the circle. Teria was already inside from when she'd approached to get her scarf.
Shutting his eyes, Amantea focused, activating the portal. The ground shifted slightly under his feet, and it was only through lots of practice porting that Amantea didn't so much as stumble. Teria and Isaia weren't so lucky, given her cursing and the sound of him dropping his books. Amantea opened his eyes; they were, as he'd aimed for, inside Isaia's house. There were still various things strewn all over the floor, and Isaia seemed content to let Teria's books join them. He stalked over to one of the chests and fished out a scarf, wrapping it around his waist.
Amantea hesitated, at a loss. What next? Were they going to go confront Naldo immediately? His limbs felt like the weight of the lake was bearing down on them, and that wasn't a happy thought. Amantea shivered, and Teria clucked her tongue, climbing to her feet.
"You need to get out of those wet clothes before you catch cold. Isaia, find something for him," Teria said. She strode over to Amantea, and he warily took a step back, for all the little good it did. She snagged the hem of his shirt and tried to pull it over his head, and Amantea was done. He shifted, turning small and dropping out of her reach.
Fleeing wasn't the bravest of options, but Amantea was tired and cold and wet and he didn't need grabby dragons trying to get him naked on top of that. He pulled his shirt off quickly and flew away while Teria was still gaping at him, heading for the rafters where he'd be out of reach. He curled up in his spot on the rafters, ignoring that he was still cold and wet.
He could hear Teria and Isaia talking below, but they were speaking in hushed tones, and he couldn't bestir himself enough to find out what they were talking about. There was a lull, and then the house shivered—Isaia removing the sealing spell, Amantea realized—and the door opened and slammed shut.
"Amantea," Isaia called loudly. "You can come down. She's gone."
Amantea debated staying where he was; it felt like there were several pounds of leaves stacked on top of him, weighing him down. But he was cold and wet, and he needed to find out what they were doing next. Hopefully Isaia wouldn't try to fob him off now that he had Teria back. Shoving himself off the rafters, Amantea flew down. If he didn't fly quite straight, well, who was counting? Hopefully not Isaia.
Once he was on the ground, Amantea shifted back. He stayed sitting on the floor,
"Are you sure?" Isaia asked. He stepped forward, touching his hand to Amantea's chin. It was a soft, intimate touch, and Amantea stepped back, not wanting to deal with the rush of emotion it elicited. He almost wanted to go back to when Isaia was trying to get rid of him.
"I'm sure. Go get your sister," Amantea said shortly. He moved away, crossing to the last gaps in the circle. Isaia was gone around the curve of the cave before he set the first one.
He could hear Isaia and Teria bickering before he saw them, something about her scarf, and Amantea quickly unwrapped it from around his neck. He folded it over his arm and then busied himself looking over each of the portal anchors. He didn't need to, but it was better than standing there waiting for Isaia and Teria to appear.
"See? It's fine," Isaia said. "You can have it back now. We're going to my father's old house, and I have plenty there."
"Ugh," Teria muttered, though at the location or something to do with the scarves, Amantea didn't know. He handed her the scarf, which she took and wrapped around her head. She gave Amantea a smile that looked like it hurt her mouth to make. "Thank you."
Amantea nodded, not sure what to say to that. Isaia was carrying the books that had been at the back of the cavern, and he had a bright red cushion tucked under his arm.
"Let's get this done," Isaia said, stepping into the circle. Teria was already inside from when she'd approached to get her scarf.
Shutting his eyes, Amantea focused, activating the portal. The ground shifted slightly under his feet, and it was only through lots of practice porting that Amantea didn't so much as stumble. Teria and Isaia weren't so lucky, given her cursing and the sound of him dropping his books. Amantea opened his eyes; they were, as he'd aimed for, inside Isaia's house. There were still various things strewn all over the floor, and Isaia seemed content to let Teria's books join them. He stalked over to one of the chests and fished out a scarf, wrapping it around his waist.
Amantea hesitated, at a loss. What next? Were they going to go confront Naldo immediately? His limbs felt like the weight of the lake was bearing down on them, and that wasn't a happy thought. Amantea shivered, and Teria clucked her tongue, climbing to her feet.
"You need to get out of those wet clothes before you catch cold. Isaia, find something for him," Teria said. She strode over to Amantea, and he warily took a step back, for all the little good it did. She snagged the hem of his shirt and tried to pull it over his head, and Amantea was done. He shifted, turning small and dropping out of her reach.
Fleeing wasn't the bravest of options, but Amantea was tired and cold and wet and he didn't need grabby dragons trying to get him naked on top of that. He pulled his shirt off quickly and flew away while Teria was still gaping at him, heading for the rafters where he'd be out of reach. He curled up in his spot on the rafters, ignoring that he was still cold and wet.
He could hear Teria and Isaia talking below, but they were speaking in hushed tones, and he couldn't bestir himself enough to find out what they were talking about. There was a lull, and then the house shivered—Isaia removing the sealing spell, Amantea realized—and the door opened and slammed shut.
"Amantea," Isaia called loudly. "You can come down. She's gone."
Amantea debated staying where he was; it felt like there were several pounds of leaves stacked on top of him, weighing him down. But he was cold and wet, and he needed to find out what they were doing next. Hopefully Isaia wouldn't try to fob him off now that he had Teria back. Shoving himself off the rafters, Amantea flew down. If he didn't fly quite straight, well, who was counting? Hopefully not Isaia.
Once he was on the ground, Amantea shifted back. He stayed sitting on the floor,
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