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[boneofsword]

"Archer here."

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[futhark]

[ Oh boy, don't call him out like this! Unsure whether it's something Archer truly knows about customs of ancient Celts or if just he did shot in the dark about it. ]

And what are you going to do if it was? [ Caster takes on a teasing tone. ]

[boneofsword]

[Soft smile shows on Archer's face, making him appear much younger and happier. It's silly to suddenly feel so— hopeful. He's still working on his issues, and on sharing his feelings, but he's come a long way from how he was at the beginning.]

I recall that gifts of jewellery were only for those closest and dearest to you. [he teases back, not quite trying to hide the warmth and care filling him at the thought. Taking a step back Archer offers a formal bow, half-joking but also with seriousness of an oath.]

I will honour the gift you bestow me, Cú Chulainn.

[futhark]

[ Funny that he never prepared himself for that. Even despite the half-serious tone, it is a promise. Seeing this caged, guarded man, who fights the word with a blade of his tongue speak like that— if lifts Cú's heart even if he'd like to play it airy, breezy. But with the Bond they share that cannot be. Magic flowing between them as easy as feelings that would usually be left unnamed.

He doesn't let Archer get away for long, putting his hand on the dragon's shoulder. ]

It's true, isn't it? That's what you are. [ Closest and dearest ]

[boneofsword]

[Warmth of the touch, warmth of their Bond, the countless times Archer allows himself to share his feelings or thoughts make him unable to hide. Surprise, gratefulness, warmth, and even that protective feeling flows through, with a touch of wistfulness. He'd thrown everything away to follow his duty. To have it offered to him now, while he's still struggling to accept that he deserves good things, is almost too much. But he leans forward, resting his forehead against Caster's, and offers him a honest smile.]

Hm. Like Heaven on silver plate.

[futhark]

[ Cú presses back, feeling Archer's presence with that kind intensity that only Bonds can give. His hand moves to gently slide up his neck, and into the white hair. A tender gesture, until—

He catches Archer's ear between his fingers and twists and pulls at it. ]

You big sap. [ Heaven, huh? Big sap likes big words ] Just don't run away when you see the needle.