[Closed] And Fate is Pulling You

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WHO: Adasse Agassi and Sorrel Ashara (Guest Starring Beleth Ashara)
WHAT: Because you know what you need when everything else is Blue Flu and chaos? Your not-boyfriend getting kidnapped by a gang
WHEN: After this conversation.
WHERE: The Gallows/Darktown
NOTES: Violence, threats of mutilation, racist slurs of an ugly elven nature

The note had been simple enough - Sorrel wanted Adasse to meet him down in the kitchens. Which ... was good, right? It meant that Sorrel wanted to have further contact with him and Adasse could talk to him about this whole 'ma'nehrn' word and what that meant to Sorrel. Then Adasse could ... try to ... tell Sorrel what he meant to Adasse, but how he wasn't pressuring him and how he could pick his Clan. That he would say, with all due respect to said Clan, that he'd give anything to be worthy of Sorrel's affections, but then again, he wouldn't force Sorrel into anything at all and -

Maker, he should just give this whole mess up -

Something in his throat tightened when he entered the smaller side kitchen, but it wasn't nervousness. It was a jolt of fear. There was flour spread on the floor, and clear signs of a struggle. Mostly damning though, was the basket of jam pies, tipped over, with one or two pies crushed under the heel of a sharp boot. Sorrel was nowhere to be found, and Adasse immediately went looking around the place for any sign of him ... or who could have him.

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"You should know that your ma'nehn is a brilliant master thief." He curls one arm around Sorrel's shoulders, pulling him all the way in so Sorrel could use him as a pillow. He stroked fingers through red hair, kissing his forehead again.

"Good night, sweetheart."

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At that, Sorrel almost laughs, at himself as much at the situation. With nothing more than a word and a touch and one chaste kiss, Adasse has him wide-eyed and wondering whether this will always be so surprisingly, so utterly delightful. Even so, the warmth seeps in, with the blanket and the soothing sound of Adasse's breathing against his ear-- it's not long before Sorrel sleeps, heavy and deep, like an exhausted kitten.

And for once in the Gallows, his dreams do not trouble him.