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A/N: It's been awhile since I updated this so I thought I'd post one.

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Rumpus

Robert stirs when the blankets come off his shoulders and he rolls from Bryan's side of the bed. "Is the rumpus over?"

Laughing Bryan slides into the bed and fits his body against his lover's, arm over his waist. "Only because they're all passed out on the floor."

Hand resting over Bryan's on his stomach Robert laces their fingers together. "And how drunk are you?"

"I'll be fine. The others, not so much."

Huffing out a laugh Robert relaxes into the warmth of his lover's body. He could never deny Bryan anything, including a week-long visit from his former teammates that lead to the noisy rumpus in the parlour that had dragged on for six hours.

Bryan kisses Robert's temple. "I promise I won't throw cold water on them."

"I don't know. It might be interesting to witness." Robert smiles. The Demolition Boys have grown on him, much like Bryan had and the thought of them waking hung over and soaking wet is tempting."

Bryan smirks. "I'll think about it, if you don't have a problem scaring the staff with irate Russians."

"They're used to it falke. And the sounds they'll make can't be any worse than the noise tonight."

Stroking Robert's arm Bryan laughs. "You'd be surprised at how much worse it will be."

Candles

The candles illuminate the room and Bryan shakes his head as he bends to remove his boots. This many candles usually means his lover has been up for days studying old scrolls and looking up spells.

Removing his sword belt Bryan wraps the leather around the scabbard. There are days it feels like Robert needs a keeper when he's out on errands.

Bryan stops to put his sword in the bedroom before heading to Robert's workroom. Sure enough his lover is bent over the table, lookin at a scroll in the wash of light from the gathered candles. "When was the last time you ate?"

Robert startles and looks up. "You're back."

Sighing Bryan moves to stand in front of his lover, taking in the signs of exhaustion on Robert's face. "When did you last eat?"

With a frown Robert scrubs at his face. "Days probably. I found a new scroll."

Bryan bends to kiss his lover before turning to push him towards the door. "Go change and I'll catch one of the servants for dinner." Robert moves to step around him and Bryan catches his shoulders. "Go. I'll put the candles out."

Robert finally relents with a tired nod and.

Once his lover is out of the room Bryan starts blowing out candles. His lover isn't going to be back in here for days.

Pennant

Helmet tucked under his arm Bryan makes his way through the camp towards Robert's pavilion. Even in the press of tents it isn't hard to find his lover's tent, the massive black pennant with the rampant maroon gryphon on it impossible to miss.

HE nods to the guards flanking the door as he steps inside. It's dim despite the candles on the table and Bryan stops to give his eyes time to adjust.

"Any news?"

Bryan sets his helmet on the armour rack to the left of the door. "None of it is good."

Robert comes from behind the screen separating the pavilion. "This war has been going on so long I've forgotten what good news sounds like."

"And they'd love it end it by killing you. I wish you would take the pennant down at least."

Robert smiles as he picks his way across the floor to lean up and kiss Bryan. "I won't hide. If they want me dead they know where to find me."

Bryan rests his hands on Robert's hips. "You are far too stubborn for your own good. Your wards are set."

Nodding Robert steps away. "Only you and I can enter the tent. Anyone who tries to enter without permission will be rendered unconscious. "

Bryan nods though he is frowning. "I suppose I'll have to content myself with that since you refuse to do away with the pennant."

Tetra

The tetra hides behind the fronds in the corner of the tank. Bryan stretches and settles back into the couch, eyes not leaving the fish. There are things he should be doing but the motivation is lacking and for some reason watching the fish seems like a perfect way to waste time.

"Have you even moved?"

Bryan smirks and rolls his head to look at his lover. "No."

Shaking his head Robert crosses the room to perch on the edge of the couch next to Bryan. "For someone as motivated as you can be, there are times you seem like you must be part slug."

Fingers walking up Robert's thigh Bryan shrugs. "I figured I did enough yesterday to justify lying around watching the fish."

Toeing off his shoes Robert moves and drapes his body across Bryan's, head resting on a broad shoulder. "We should get a few more fish. It's probably lonely."

Bryan drags his hand down Robert's back. "I can't believe we're worried about lonely fish."

Robert laughs. "Better that than any of the million other things we could worry about."

Stupid

"Of all the stupid things you've done!" Robert is sure some of the effect of his ire is lost because he has no idea if he's even facing his lover.

A hand touches his shoulder and lips brush his forehead. "To be fair, I have done things that could be considered stupider."

Robert reaches out and fists his hand in Bryan's shirt, glad for the anchor in the dark. "There is only one thing you did that was that stupid and we don't speak of it."

Bryan cups Robert's face with his free hand and leans down to kiss him. "I'll try to avoid doing anything stupid again, but it's still my job to make sure you stay safe."

Hand curling further into soft fabric Robert sighs. "I know, but I still find your actions drive me crazy despite the fact I can't actually see it. The sounds are bad enough."

"I'll try to do less stupid things in the future."

Robert can't help but smile at Bryan's words. The tone of voice isn't sincere but he can't be mad. Bryan lives to protect him and if it means stupid risks, Bryan will be right in the middle of it.

Delusional

Robert looks up from the hospital bed when he hears the click of heels, unsurprised to find his mother in the doorway. "They had to sedate him. He's become delusional."

Not wanting to see the look on his mother's face Robert looks back at his lover. Bryan is pale even against the white of the sheets, and the dark bags under his are lurid against the pale skin. He can't look further, not wanting to see the wide, padded cuffs around his lover's wrists.

The delusions are new, and perhaps the most terrifying thing about this whole situation.

Whatever is affecting his lover had started slow, with small bits of memory loss and a lessening in the usual raptor intense focus. From there it had gotten worse until all his lover could remember was their life together.

The doctors had been unable to give them any answers beyond the fact that whatever Biovolt had done to Bryan over a decade earlier was causing mental issues.

Shifting in his chair Robert leans forward to kiss Bryan's cheek. The doctors aren't sure whether the delusions are going to be permanent or are a temporary side effect of the damage. He touches his fingers to Bryan's chest. For better or worse he is going to stay with his lover. He isn't a coward and this is just one more bit of adversity they'll go through together.

Loquacious

Fingers rubbing at the fine fabric of the sleeve of his lover's suit Robert sighs. "I hadn't realized quite how loquacious Roland is until I lost my sight."

Bryan laughs. "Finally realizing how often you looked at people and things to ignore him?"

"Yes." Robert smiles as he leans into his lover. He's glad they've gotten to the point where his blindness isn't the elephant in the room anymore. For months afterward he'd worried Bryan's guilt was going to turn into a festering wound but while the sting was still there he's not going to lose his lover.

Robert rolls his shoulders as the noise of the ballroom reaches him. "Although, if you ever admit that to anyone you'll spend months on the couch."

Stopping just outside the door Bryan turns Robert towards him and leans down to kiss his lover. "Your secret is safe with me." He guides Robert into the room and can't help the smirk pulling at his lips. "Your loquacious friend is on his way towards us."

Robert digs his fingers into Bryan's arm as his lover laughs. "You are a terrible man, though I still love you."

Bryan touches his lover's hand. "I promise I won't let him talk you to death."

Laughing Robert picks at Bryan's suit. "True love."