CMO post for Xander

[kingshaming]

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[kingshaming]

[He hadn't intended to watch. Once he realized Laslow wasn't causing trouble he should have let him be.

But it was clear something was on his mind- he had the same feeling from his siblings' retainers as well, but he didn't know them as well to make any assumptions. Maybe it was just nerves- aftermath of the war and everything that was going to happen now.

Or maybe it had something to do with the distant land Laslow mentioned. That he might one day return to. Xander had been honest in what he said. As long as Laslow was alive and happy he was content.

But... well, he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't miss him. Xander spent his life losing things. They were wounds he could function with. He should let him know he was there.

He *should*, but he didn't. Not right away at least]

[flirtatioustea]

[Laslow doesn't realize he's being watched as he falls into a ballet position, going quickly into several fouette turns in succession. This was always one of the steps that seemed to calm his mind, and right now he needs--

For his mother's ring not to go flying as he does the last turn, hitting Xander right in the head. Not that Laslow knows he's there right away]

Dammit, man, where--

[He turns and freezes]

[kingshaming]

[He grunts softly at the small ring hitting him, and fumbles to not drop it.]

Ah... excuse me Laslow. I didn't mean to surprise you.

[flirtatioustea]

N-no, my lord, you didn't. My ring is just...very old and doesn't always fit the way it should.

[Because of course a woman's ring wouldn't fit Laslow perfectly. That it flies off probably says more about his hands than anything, though]

[kingshaming]

[And very clearly a woman's ring. He looks it over for a moment before making his way to his retainer, holding it out in his palm- dwarfing the tiny bit of jewelry.]

You're lucky it didn't land in the field. You might have never seen it again.

[flirtatioustea]

Oh, no. I'd've dragged Odin out here to help me find it.

[He takes it from Xander delicately, slipping it back on his finger--not the wedding hand, at least, so it's obviously not something like that]

He's the one who broke the chain I used to wear it on and has so far refused to replace. But enough of that. Can I help you, my lord?

[kingshaming]

Ah, yes... I came to speak to you. Not as my retainer.

[He takes a small breath]

I can tell your mind has been heavy as of late.

[flirtatioustea]

...ah.

[Dammit, he was hoping to avoid this just yet. Laslow sighs, running a hand through his hair]

Forgive me, milord. I did not intend for it to be so obvious.

[kingshaming]

Maybe it isn't to others, but remember you are at my side more often then not. I would be blind to not notice eventually.

[flirtatioustea]

Well, at least it wasn't Odin.

[Seriously, he's such a nuisance sometimes. Why is he Laslow's best friend?

Oh. Right]

But...yes. With the war over, I can't help but think of...other things.

[kingshaming]

[He makes an agreeable noise, encouraging him to continue]

Fear not, we're alone.

[flirtatioustea]

....I told you of my homeland, correct?

[kingshaming]

Yes, though not in much detail.

[He had known for a good while that Laslow and his companions were from a far away land. But the full details were still hidden.]

[flirtatioustea]

...if you've heard of the Outrealms, that's is where Ylisse is in regards to Nohr. We were brought here by Anakos to protect who we know now to be Corrin, and we were going to return after we had done just that.

[Past tense.]