Alistair regained consciousness to the bizarre sensation of multiple hands. One upon his forehead, a pair massaging his shoulders, and another gently patting his cheek. He could feel a pair of thighs and a had stomach behind him propping him up and the tickle of someone else's hair on his face. Right, he thought, so two people. The one in front smelt like lavender and Parma violets, the one behind smelt like oranges and…tomatoes?
He blearily opened his eyes to a fair blue eyed man and a dizzy glanced behind him revealed a tanned man with green eyes similar to his own but where his were an ivy green the stranger's were a more olive green. The strangers had odd concerned smiles spread on their faces and as the one behind began to talk, Alistair was soothed back to sleep by the tanned man's smooth baritone.
"Mi marido, He's waking up what should we do?"
Gilbert was….
…not having fun. He'd woken up tied to some sort of chair. An elf flitted about him chattering away putting flowers into Gilbert's hair. The elf's hazel eyes were smug and he?…She?…Gilbert decided to go with they it was just easier that way; they gave him a once over before flicking their hair over their shoulder revealing the points of their ears.
"Just a few finishing touches and you'll, like, be totally ready" they said and then skipped off to who knows where.
Gilbert glanced to his other captor, a green eyed elf with a shoulder-length mousy brown mop and a bemused expression upon his face.
A/N: Casually writes in Frain, also I'm not sure if aph poland's eyes are supposed to be hazel but oh well.
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