There had been a cracking noise.
And when Sothe looked back on it, he would've realized how stupid he had been at that particular moment. He might've admitted that yes, indeed, he did sort of deserve to get a small scolding for stealing from Astrid's tent, but at the same time, it wasn't as if the paladin ever used her money for anything useful, in Sothe's opinion.
While the thief understood that the mage had been on edge, he still didn't think he deserved to be lectured for hours on end for a measly thousand gold, and he didn't think that Soren putting him on latrine duty for the next month was quite called for. Although, all of the punishments that were given to him for stealing were nothing in comparison to Sothe's future punishment.
Again, in hindsight, it had been a very stupid thing for the green haired boy to do, but at that moment, it seemed more important to spread his misery to whoever else he could. If that other person had to be Soren, the very person who was punishing him, then so be it.
So Sothe had knocked over one of Soren's oil lamps, and, in result, broken it.
Now, there were many things that contributed to Soren's obvious boiling up rage. It could've been that Sothe had broken the lamp. It could've been how it was obviously not even close to being an accident. It could've been that Sothe wasn't in Soren's good books to begin with.
Above all else, it was because the thief had interrupted had interrupted Soren, and if there was one thing people did not do, it was interrupt a wind sage who could easily tear them in two.
Sothe would later state that, yes, Soren's expression had been relatively funny, in hindsight. However, at that moment, the thief found himself frozen in fear. Soren dropped whatever he had been carrying and just glared.
'This is it. I'm going to die.' Sothe had thought to himself, trying to force his body to run as fast as it could have.
Sothe closed his eyes in preparation. He heard footsteps, and he knew Soren was going to murder him. Sothe was going to die. He felt a hand on the back of his head. Had Soren decided to snap his neck?
The thief was, to say the least, pleasantly surprised when he felt a pair of lips press themselves onto his.
The sage pushed Sothe over, climbing onto the thief and reconnecting their lips. He nibbled on Sothe's bottom lip, demanding entrance to the green haired boy's mouth. Sothe parted his lips once he felt Soren bite down harder on his lip, this time drawing blood.
Soren licked the blood off Sothe's lips before standing up and composing himself, "Now get out." He snapped, pointing at the tent flap.
Sothe smirked and bolted out of the tent. Now, what could he do to bug Soren next?
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A/N: So, this got in my head, and it couldn't get out. I was on the LJ FE Yaoi thing, and someone was doing this question thing, and one of them was like. "What would happen if (Some number) and (Some number) were together?" And they happened to be Soren and Sothe. So the person ended up saying "They'd be the bitterest couple to grace Tellius" or something like that.
I decided to post this, because the world needs Sothe/Soren or Soren/Sothe, just for sheer grumpyness.
Reviews welcome~