Syryn was leading a life of hedonism. All day long he ate and slept and then at night he was eaten. Could he live like this forever, please? Alas, Syryn knew he could not allow this soft and pampered lifestyle to go on. There was work to be done, money to be made, a home he had to return to.
The starfish crawled out of its comfortable nook under a blanket that smelled like Rowan. He filched another item of clothing that the anti mage owned, but he also returned to the cupboard the scarf he had stolen not so long ago before leaving to Nua.
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"You're leaving," Rowan was back as per his usual time. Syryn had a feeling the blond had been taking off from his duties earlier than he should have, just to get back home to him.
"Yes, Luci misses his big brother." Or rather, Syryn missed Luci.
The blond eased himself into a chair beside Syryn. "I'll miss having you around."
