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“You should pause and have some food.” Sooga watches his husband roll his shoulders with a low huff. “I imagine you're starving.”
Kohga rarely delves too deep in his work. He would prefer to pass his things onto someone else, usually an unfortunate lackey. Being willing and eager to work is rare. Forgoing food to continue working? Sooga reaches for his sword when the chair swivels around.
Even married? Sooga's rarely viewed his bare face. Memorizing him feels impossible. Yet, he's willing to make the effort, watching his dimple deepen when he smiles, desperate to tally up the freckles spattered over his cheeks.
“You think I would do paperwork without sustenance?” He gestures towards the desk. “I dug into our stockpile. What’s with the sword?”
Ever since that sorcerer aligned with them? The whole clan has been on edge. Will he kill them? Could that be better than dying from Link's hand? Worse, he could leave them alive and make them into dolls for his work. Reluctantly, his hand drops from his sword.
“I apologize,” Soogha says, trying and failing to stamp down the anxiety warming his insides. “I’ve been on edge. You’re okay, though?”
“What's wrong with you?”
“Nothing.”