@Cheesigator Look. Look. It says BTUTT. =D It was the closesests I could get it.
Bifrost woke the next morning... Content. There hadn't been anything naughty but waking up on a bed, head pillowed against an arm, a hand still pressed to his chest. A chest pressed to his back. He almost didn't want to move, didn't want to face reality again. Bifrost, instead, rolled over carefully and pressed his face into his bed companions chest, ear pressed against his chest to listen to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. It was nice, to start off like this. So familiar, the heartbeat.
Later on the day, backpack slung over his shoulder, hair tied back in a braid, bandanna covered his ears, it was business as usual and he took a deep breath, sighed. It was nice here and Bifrost was tempted to ask Kirkley if they could stay just a few days, get their bearings. Rest up.
At least, until a strange feeling pulled at his chest and he looked towards the man sitting oh so regally with a book in his hand on a porch. A cup of tea on the wooden table before him. His hair was black, streaked through with reds and greens and he looked royal, he was completely still except for the occasional blink, the occasional sip of tea. A brief look to Bifrost and he found he couldn't look away, like he was drawn to him.
"Ah, greetings," the man said, pushing his hair from his left eye while the other was still obscured, a smile - which made Bifrosts spine tingle from how
predatory it was, "I am Reinier. Is it safe to assume you're travelers?" A smile and he nodded to the backpack, the boots. The general
worn look of the pair. Bifrost gave a little nod, confused but intrigued.
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Fantastic, I have a proposition for you," He grinned, looking between Bifrost and Kirkley, a strange smile on his face, entertained to a degree, "I have need of a pair of strapping young gentlemen to fetch me something. It's close to Fell, and as a mage, I can't go there," Which really chapped him but they didn't need to know that, "I can sense you're..." He tilted his head to the side, trying to catch the right word, "
Different, but not mages." Reinier stood up, the same height as Bifrost but he stood straighter, taller, shoulders a little more broad.
"I can pay you a quarter now, and then the rest when you bring me what I seek." A grin and he held out a bag of money, which was far more than Bifrost would even imagine and he just stared. It was... "Yeah," Bifrost said huskily, not even remembering when he'd decided to do it, "What do you need?"
Reinier pushed the purse into Bifrosts hand, grinning that predators grin, "There is a temple, probably overgrown now, and I need you two to... Get me an item from it. A jewel. A green jewel and it should be embedded in a statue that - actually - kind of resembles you," A flick of his eyes to Bifrost, "But perhaps more... Pretty. There are wards and traps, of course, and the informant that has told me that as of two weeks ago it was still there." Reinier smiled.
"I have ways of keeping tabs on you two. I'll know if you've screwed me and trust me," He looked to Kirkley, lifting an eyebrow, "You don't want to even attempt it. Besides, you look like you could use a little adventure." Reinier looked at his watch, looked at the sky and sat back down to sip his tea and pick up his book again, "Best be going before it starts to rain, you two," He said, bored, clearly having dismissed them.
Bifrost wandered away, a little dazed. Frowning at the purse in his hand.
"So... Supplies?" He said with a silly smile, "Hope you don't mind that I accidentally-on-purpose agreed to go on a fetch quest for a weird guy that gives me super creepy feelings." Bifrost chuckled and tilted his head, "Can't wait to see a statue that looks like me, think he just meant elfy? Probably just meant elfy. Probably even a woman elf. Racist."