Orga came to an abrupt halt as he slipped in through thefront door, he had been trying to be quiet so that he wouldn’t disturb Rufuswho should’ve been in bed…instead his partner was sat on the stairs, dozing ashe leant against the wall, a frown lingering even in sleep.
“Rufus?” Orga calledsoftly, closing the door behind him and moving across to crouch in front ofRufus just as the Memory mage stirred with a soft grumble, green eyes blinkingopen and widening as they settled on him. The God-slayer was caught by surprisewhen rather than greeting him, Rufus sprang at him and he thanked his quickreflexed when he managed to steady himself enough to support both of them,wrapping his arms tightly around the younger man as he felt just how tightly Rufuswas clinging to him. “Is everything okay?”
“I missed you…” Rufusmumbled into his shoulder, fingers tightening. I was lonely, Orga heard the unspoken words, well aware that evennow the younger man feared being left behind, being left alone as he had beenas a child, and he was gentle as he pulled back.
“I missed you too…but I’mhome now.”
Orga frowned as he studied the door in front of him, hehad been tasked with freeing anyone in the cells that they’d discovered beneaththe dark guild they were in the process of dismantling, a dismal task as theprisoners weren’t well treated…but it had been easy…the guild had put all theirfaith in their reputation rather than defence mechanisms and the doors hadgiven way to a sharp kick. This door was different, heavy bolts lined one sideof the door and when he squinted he could see runes flickering across the woodand he scowled…who warranted this level of containment? He hesitated for amoment, wondering if it was going to be friend or foe before shrugging, he hadhis orders and he was curious and he pressed a hand against the door, ignoringthe sting from the runes and pushing his magic against them. It was a crudemethod, but a couple of minutes he felt the barrier shatter under the force ofhis magic and he hastily set to work dismantling the other locks with morespeed than finesse, nearly tearing the door off when he flung it open and cameup short. At first, he had thought that the cell was empty, but then hedetected movement in the far corner, eyes widening as he took in the frailfigure huddled in the corner and freezing when his halting step forward was metwith a frightened whimper, wild green eyes meeting his gaze for a moment.
“I can just imagine you asa child,” Rufus murmured, smiling softly as he traced mindless patterns acrossOrga’s chest, noting which spots made the older man shiver. “I bet you were alittle hellion…” Not that different from how he was now, he added to himselfwith a smirk, remembering Sting’s lecture the day before about the amount ofdestruction Orga had caused on their last job.
“Hah, I was a terror…Ithink I spent most my childhood grounded,” Orga admitted with a laugh, gentlyrunning his fingers through Rufus’s hair for a moment before leaning in to kisshim. “I bet you were just as bad, but I bet you were able to get away with it.”
“I have no idea what you’retalking about,” Rufus retorted with a haughty expression, drawing a laugh fromthe God-slayer before he smirked. “But I can tell you I was never grounded…noteven once.”
