Brelione//DruigxOC

Never

Druig doesn't even request the clapping to stop as he does his walk of shame, instead he takes a seat with a small grin on his face. "can we all stop doing this right now? it is morning and we're having breakfast."phastos says, though i can tell he's holding back a laugh. "we're all done with breakfast."sprite says. "why do i even try?"phastos asks, getting up from the table. "alright then! everyone up, it's time to do the dishes."sersi says, all too excitedly as she starts grabbing plates and utensils.

"very well."thena replies, getting up. "i've got this, no need."gil says but he is silenced when thena places a delicate hand on his shoulder. something, whether it be some sort of silent language they've created or a connected mind, he seems to understand and lets himself oout of the room. "i'm assuming, i'm next to be kicked out?"druig asks, watching as ikaris leaves. i stare back at him, silently begging for help.

but instead he smiles, the smile reaching his eyes as he leans forward. "i'll see you later, flower."he whispers, getting up and leaving too. once he's gone, long gone into the domo it's finally free rain for my friends. "flower?"sersi asks, a soft smile coming across her beautiful features. it amazes me, seeing how beautiful everyone is. arishem has made them all flawless, probably taking thousands of years to design them. from kingos eyebrows, druigs nose and sersis eyes they're all perfect. "don't hold back, tell us everything."sprite insists although i can't remember them staying here.

this feels like an interrogation.

"it is,"sprite says, turning a chair around before sitting, arms resting on the neck of the chair. "now, how did it go?"she asks as four druigs form around the room. "well i don't see a ring on that finger,"thena comments, carefully picking up my hand and turning it in hers. "which is lucky for him, seeing as he hasn't asked for my blessing."she says.

or mine. makkari signs.

"or mine, but they aren't marrying yet."ajak says.

we went to a nice little spot, by the stream.

"did you push him in?"sprite asks as druig #3 tumbles into a stream that has grown out the of the floor. "or did he start helping you find new stones?"she asks as druig #2 holds up a large piece of emerald. "but i don't see anything in your pockets."they sigh as the illusions break away. "well, judging off of his dramatic entrance i'd assume the first option."ajak says, turning on the faucet. "he told me how worried he was, and i must admit i'm not used to druig seeking comfort from me. or most people, for that matter. now tell us, howd you like the statue?"she asks.

it's incredible.

"id hope so, i had to stand around for three hours with that illusion so the sculptures could get it right. three hours a day, actually. because apparently according to your boyfriend they couldn't get the curve in your stomach or your nose right. and then it was the depth of your eyes and the length of your hair."she sighs, moving her hands as she speaks.

i have a few of the discarded ones. he's not wrong, they gave you a teeny tiny nose, the a wide flat one, then a curved one. i don't think he's very fond of most sculptors now.

it's beautiful, how he cares so much. i wonder, if i saw the old ones, if i would see the mistakes. i think he might know my face better than i do. "the love that he has for you, it's unbelievable. and you feel the same way, right?"sersi asks. i can only imagine what druig is going through at this moment. with kingo alone he's probably facing a storm of questions and jokes. but with gilgamesh and phastos? he'd probably rather be in tartarus. sersi looks at me, awaiting my answer.

i do.

"so why do you look so worried?"she asks. a look on her face comes together, one that can only be identified as dread. i couldn't tell her why i look worried because i certainly don't feel it