Sehun brings Luhan along Seabreeze Trail to Cassardis and Luhan looks a little amazed by the small fishing village Sehun has always called home.
They stay in the village inn for the night, resting before setting off together tomorrow. There isn’t really enough space in Sehun’s house for an extra person, after all, and he doesn’t want to get in the way, either. He doesn’t think the Dragon will come visit him anytime, but someone else could.
“An archer, Arisen?” Luhan asks, wiping his dagger clean of blood after cutting a bandit’s throat. Luhan is an amazing fighter, really. Sehun only wishes he could match up, but Luhan is fearless, protecting Sehun from what could be the worst of blows.
“I thought you might like to try,” Sehun smiles, “you’re welcome to keep your dagger though, for close range.”
“Whatever you desire, Master.”
“Well, what do you want?” Sehun asks, eyebrows causing a crease in his forehead.
“I was born for you, Arisen,” Luhan smiles, “I only want what you want. I’m sure a bow and arrow will be just fine for my tastes, seeing as it must be what you desire.”
Sehun rubs the bridge of his nose. He’s got a long way until he’ll get used to this.
“I told you to call me Sehun, didn’t I?”
“But you’re an Arisen and my master, I should address you as such.”
“But-” a burning pain suddenly goes through Sehun’s chest, right where his heart should be.
“Arisen?” Luhan calls, putting his blade away.
Sehun puts his head in his knees and holds his chest, willing the pain to go down, and Luhan is at his side on the bed in an instant.
“Please lie down,” Luhan whispers in his soothing voice, made only for Sehun, and Sehun lets his pawn move him so he’s lying down on his side. “I can’t put you in the recovery position or your chest will hurt more, but I can’t lie you on your back, just incase.”
“I won’t be sick, Luhan,” Sehun says with a frown, but Luhan silences him.
“Rest now, Master,” Luhan smiles, putting a hand inside Sehun’s tunic and resting it on his rib cage. Sehun expects it to hurt but his face only goes a flushed red at the contact. He looks at Luhan with wide eyes, but his pawn only tilts his head. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” Sehun frowns, realising again that Luhan knows nothing about affection or attraction. He’s only comforting Sehun, running his thumb over the long scar on Sehun’s skin. He thinks nothing of his hand inside Sehun’s shirt. “It feels... nice. Warm.”
Luhan smiles and lies down next to him, hand still on Sehun’s chest and the Arisen closes his eyes, allowing himself to fall into a deep sleep with warmth surrounding him.