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Authors: Sasha L. Miller
Tags: LGBTQ romance, fantasy
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yourself to anything in the pantry. You're also welcome to any of my books, though please don't cast anything inside the house," Tamsen said. He glanced at the bookcases on the other side of the room pensively. "I can recommend one or two books if you want something specific."
"I'm sure I can find something," Myron said, wondering why Tamsen seemed so nervous. "Can you pick up some travel supplies? I don't have much in the way of food left, and your pantry doesn't have much that will travel well."
"What? Oh, we won't be traveling." Tamsen sighed. "I'm sorry, I meant to tell you that. I'll shift us there."
"Really?" Myron asked, his eyebrows raising. Shifting was a difficult spell to master. To shift halfway across the country… Well, there was little chance any of the King's Guard would have caught Tamsen previously. Myron was lucky Tamsen hadn't wanted to leave his cottage.
"That can be one of your spells, if you want. I imagine it would be useful," Tamsen said. He drank the rest of his tea and stood.
"It would be," Myron agreed. He stood, too, planning to walk Tamsen to the door. "How long will you be?"
"A few hours. You can start worrying if I'm not back by mid-afternoon," Tamsen said, giving Myron a smile.
"So noted," Myron said, returning the smile. He wished he were going along, but to insist was definitely the wrong move. Tamsen fetched his hat and headed out, nodding to Myron as he left. Myron waved, watching until Tamsen was out of sight of the front window before returning to the table to eat his breakfast.
Myron spent half an hour poking around Tamsen's cottage. He tidied the dishes and checked out the books. Most of them were on magic, all topics that went far above his mediocre level of understanding. He gave up on the magic books, picking out a book of poetry instead. It turned out to be love poetry, and Myron mulled the idea of reciting love poems to Tamsen.
Perhaps one day. He didn't doubt that would fluster Tamsen well and thoroughly.
He started getting antsy as the afternoon progressed. Myron tucked the book back into its spot and wandered around the cottage again. He headed outside when the contents of the cottage didn't hold his attention and took to wandering the garden and meadows around the cottage. He was on his third circuit when he saw Tamsen approaching, his straw hat immediately marking him despite the distance.
Myron cut across the yard to meet him, returning Tamsen's wave. "How'd it go?"
"Fine," Tamsen said, shrugging as Myron fell into step beside him. "Waiting for me?"
"I got bored," Myron admitted, earning an eye roll. "Most of your magic books are too complicated for me."
"I could have picked some for you," Tamsen said, pausing on the path to stare at his cottage. Myron stopped alongside him, waiting for a cue. Tamsen sighed, rubbing his forehead, just below the brim of his hat. "Rafi will be here in the morning."
"Do you want me to hide in the woods when she arrives?" Myron asked, only half-joking.
"No, but it's probably better if we go today," Tamsen said, grimacing. "It's not like I'd sleep tonight, anyway."
Myron didn't disagree, falling into step beside Tamsen when he started for the back of the cottage again. He didn't pause when he entered the cottage, heading straight for his bed. Myron left him to it, moving to gather up the few belongings that had escaped his pack. He rolled his cloak, attaching it to the top. He contemplated changing, but he was as nicely dressed as he ever got while traveling, and he didn't exactly have anything nicer.
He did fish out the badge marking him as part of the King's Guard, fixing it to the front of his shirt. He rarely wore it while he traveled; people were far more willing to impart information when they thought him a simple traveler.
Turning toward Tamsen, Myron was unsurprised to find him changing clothing. Tamsen had an impression to make, after all, given he'd been away for seven years. Myron watched unashamedly as Tamsen
"I'm sure I can find something," Myron said, wondering why Tamsen seemed so nervous. "Can you pick up some travel supplies? I don't have much in the way of food left, and your pantry doesn't have much that will travel well."
"What? Oh, we won't be traveling." Tamsen sighed. "I'm sorry, I meant to tell you that. I'll shift us there."
"Really?" Myron asked, his eyebrows raising. Shifting was a difficult spell to master. To shift halfway across the country… Well, there was little chance any of the King's Guard would have caught Tamsen previously. Myron was lucky Tamsen hadn't wanted to leave his cottage.
"That can be one of your spells, if you want. I imagine it would be useful," Tamsen said. He drank the rest of his tea and stood.
"It would be," Myron agreed. He stood, too, planning to walk Tamsen to the door. "How long will you be?"
"A few hours. You can start worrying if I'm not back by mid-afternoon," Tamsen said, giving Myron a smile.
"So noted," Myron said, returning the smile. He wished he were going along, but to insist was definitely the wrong move. Tamsen fetched his hat and headed out, nodding to Myron as he left. Myron waved, watching until Tamsen was out of sight of the front window before returning to the table to eat his breakfast.
Myron spent half an hour poking around Tamsen's cottage. He tidied the dishes and checked out the books. Most of them were on magic, all topics that went far above his mediocre level of understanding. He gave up on the magic books, picking out a book of poetry instead. It turned out to be love poetry, and Myron mulled the idea of reciting love poems to Tamsen.
Perhaps one day. He didn't doubt that would fluster Tamsen well and thoroughly.
He started getting antsy as the afternoon progressed. Myron tucked the book back into its spot and wandered around the cottage again. He headed outside when the contents of the cottage didn't hold his attention and took to wandering the garden and meadows around the cottage. He was on his third circuit when he saw Tamsen approaching, his straw hat immediately marking him despite the distance.
Myron cut across the yard to meet him, returning Tamsen's wave. "How'd it go?"
"Fine," Tamsen said, shrugging as Myron fell into step beside him. "Waiting for me?"
"I got bored," Myron admitted, earning an eye roll. "Most of your magic books are too complicated for me."
"I could have picked some for you," Tamsen said, pausing on the path to stare at his cottage. Myron stopped alongside him, waiting for a cue. Tamsen sighed, rubbing his forehead, just below the brim of his hat. "Rafi will be here in the morning."
"Do you want me to hide in the woods when she arrives?" Myron asked, only half-joking.
"No, but it's probably better if we go today," Tamsen said, grimacing. "It's not like I'd sleep tonight, anyway."
Myron didn't disagree, falling into step beside Tamsen when he started for the back of the cottage again. He didn't pause when he entered the cottage, heading straight for his bed. Myron left him to it, moving to gather up the few belongings that had escaped his pack. He rolled his cloak, attaching it to the top. He contemplated changing, but he was as nicely dressed as he ever got while traveling, and he didn't exactly have anything nicer.
He did fish out the badge marking him as part of the King's Guard, fixing it to the front of his shirt. He rarely wore it while he traveled; people were far more willing to impart information when they thought him a simple traveler.
Turning toward Tamsen, Myron was unsurprised to find him changing clothing. Tamsen had an impression to make, after all, given he'd been away for seven years. Myron watched unashamedly as Tamsen
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