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Varka’s blue eyes always catch him off guard. Lohen used to not like it, when Varka sized him up with that gaze. But as time went on, Lohen craved it. He wants Varka to always look at him, chasing him with his eyes, placing Lohen in the center of his regard. It is, he knows, a dangerous want.
What’s surprising to him is that Varka does indulge him. Cardinal Seamus and Anselm hate Lohen for it. Varka’s blatant favoritism has not gone unnoticed, it seems. But the man himself doesn’t seem to care much.
Or, a quiet moment between Varka and Lohen when Lohen is in solitary confinement.
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13 Jul 2026
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Grand Master Varka is not a strict commander. Not careless, certainly, but laid-back. To fulfill one's duty was more than enough to be in his good graces. But it's hard for those around him not to notice just how much he lets Vice-Captain Lohen get away with.
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Snippets of a developing (and slightly controversial) relationship through the eyes of those watching it happen.
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13 Jul 2026
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In a frightingly short time, Lohen had become a part of his life and his heart, in the shape of a small ring, engraved with a Cecilia flower. A promise for a possible future. Now in the second year of their relationship, their toothbrushes sat side by side in the bathroom, they owned each other’s keys and had spare clothes at their places. Lohen would let his back open in bed.
And he would watch over that back, ready to defend him against all the odds that would try to crash at him.
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13 Jul 2026
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Logen was so desperately bored, and all he could do was wait. Maybe he could speed things along? A little scheme never, ever hurt anyone.
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13 Jul 2026
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Lohen, who had been walking closer to the table, looks over at him. "Hm? Oh, no no no," he chuckles, waving a hand. "I'm just here to make sure our Grand Master doesn't work himself to death." Lohen talks with a slight purr, blowing a bubble. "Someone has to, after all," he says casually, shrugging his shoulders.
Despite what he says, what he does, there's a certain tension radiating from him that's hard to miss. It's one he's well acquainted with seeing on the knight after knowing him for so long. Lohen puts on airs, seeming casual and flippant. He smiles like there isn't a problem, deflecting with an ill mannered joke like this one. But Varka sees past that. He sees the uneasiness in his steps, how his eyes linger on certain points in the room for a touch too long. Lohen holds himself like he's ready to strike at any moment, keeping weapons in easy reach. Or, if needed, bolt for the exit.
Varka's more than willing to bet Lohen didn't come here right after getting back to camp. He doesn't miss the exhaustion in the other's eyes either.
a story on everything unsaid and sleep.
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13 Jul 2026