The Blade Of God-Chapter 56: The Maze of Arcane (Slash I)

Rel is a very simple man.

Rel may be a holy heroic spirit summoned by one of the top magicians in Avia--he knows he’s a pretty big deal, but he swears, Rel loves the simple things of life, especially of human life. Human’s just have a way with making the simplest things so much more peaceful while Gods and holy entities, well, they have a horrid habit of dramatics.

Anyway--yes--Rel is indeed, a very simple man. Rel loves the spring. He loves the sun and how long he can bask into the sunset as he eats his favorite sweet fruits and treats. Rel loves to tamper with his harp and string along soft melodies while sitting on top of a ledge as he hums softly to himself. Shoot, Rel even--very-much so--loves the adventure himself and his master, Lia, often go on as a duo pair.

Well, let Rel correct himself--he means most adventures, as some can often be messy and drooling, and as much as Rel respects his master, he will admit she does has a habit of...making messes. Messes that consists of often running with a tail between their legs as they try to escape danger by the thinnest thread.

If he were to be honest, Rel thought this mission itself might move into the category as dealing with the Gods have never been a fun task, yet Rel’s mind quickly changes as he wakes up, sleeping against the back of a tree as he feels soft snores from on his chest. When Rel looks down, noticing a familiar head of short red hair, Rel almost tears up, thanking the Gods for whomever stuck his holy entity being with the lovely Vice-Captain of the Black Fawne knights, Clarke Vivinia, a woman among the many things that Rel frankly really, really likes.

So when Clarke soft snores, turning her head as her nose sticks into the crook of Rel’s neck, and her slim waist touches Rel’s long fingers, Rel bites his lips, feeling his ears burn red and his cheeks flush brightly, yet he cannot bring it within himself to wake top the lovely woman below him. Gods, Clarke has always been lovely--ever since Rel met her in her early days at Black Fawne alongside his master, but Rel has watched her for a distance for years.

Rel knows it’s a bit odd for a holy entity--a Holy heroic Spirit with the purpose to fight for his master until their life ends--to yearn a human so, yet no matter how badly he refuses himself, he cannot seem to take his eyes nor his desire off of Clarke. Rel can barely steer away from Clarke on a regular afternoon, and as much as he wishes to stay this close to her forever, it seems as if the Gods have other plans, as Clarke eventually stirs on her own and slowly opens her warm eyes to meet Rel’s wide green ones.

"I-I-I-I-holy Gods-! Fuc-!" Clarke yelps, quickly springing up to move herself from Rel’s lap, who wiggles his hands to above his head and keeps them there. "I-I-I mean, I am so, so sorry Sir Rel! I am not sure what has come over me-! It must have been the traveling and-? Or maybe there is something strange in the air-no matter, I-I apologize for-!

"It is alright, Ms. Clarke." Rel said, offering a red-faced smile. "It appears as if we dropped asleep as soon as we walked through the portal, and it also looks like at the moment, it appears to be just us."

"Oh Gods..." Clarke said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "My baby knights! I hope they’re alright. I-I don’t even want to think about losing anymore of them needlessly."

Rel delicately smiles, rustling the top of Clarke’s head as he offers her comfort.

"I know the loss of the recent recruits, yes?" Rel asked. "I apologize, Ms. Clarke."

"You act as though you caused it." Clarke said, nervously laughing as she slowly parts from Rel’s touch.

"I-well no, My lady but-I-anything that makes Ms. Clarke sad, will ultimately sadden me, so." Rel said. "That is why I utter such words."

Clarke opens her mouth to speak, but settles for clearing her throat. She quickly stands up and dust herself off, turning her head to look elsewhere, but Rel notices the heavy dust of red on Clarke’s small, pale ears. Rel almost squeals, covering his mouth due to his thought of how divine Ms. Clarke is-.

"We should-um...we should probably check the map and see how we can get out of here." Clarke said, pushing a strain of short, red hair behind her pink ears. "We cannot stay here and wait. We may never be found."

"Seeming as the forest works as a maze," Rel said, "maybe we should use a piece of something to help us navigate?"

"I agree, Sir Rel! Uh...what should we-hey-!" Clarke said, screaming and moving her hands to her eyes as Rel rips a piece of his shirt--near his chest--and holds the thin piece of white garments to his face. "Gods! Warn me of such actions next time!"

Rel raises a eyebrow as he continues to smile at Clarke, both expressing how confused he is but happy to be in whatever this predicament with her, which fills Clarke with odd emotions at the bottom of her stomach. Rel always shows his feelings on his sleeve, even so blaring-obvious that even Clarke begins to notice Rel’s actions mixed with his complicated feelings.

"This will do, no?" Rel asked, waving the thin cloth in front of Clarke’s face, which is painted in various emotions as she sighs and slouches, rubbing her arm with her other hand as she softly mumbles under her breath.

"Yes, Sir Rel." Clarke said, softly puckering her lips as she pouts. "Next time, we can used ribbon or something...there is no need to use such expensive garment."

"I beg a differ, Ms. Clarke." Rel said, a soft smile on his handsome face. "Nothing is too expensive to be used on Ms. Clarke."

Clarke bites her lip and turns her head, feeling her pale cheeks burn red.