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Laisal is incredibly aware of the eyes on him as he strolls into the lecture room. Myrna had given him a terribly judgmental look when she’d caught sight of him in the hallways, but he’d only given her a sunny smile in return and waved.
This is, probably, the pettiest thing he’s ever done, and he accepts that. He should really let Emmrich handle this, he knows that too. He’s not a jealous person typically. However. However , this had crossed a line, and he can’t let that stand.
He’d spent the last twenty minutes putting the final touches on this, settling his coat just right, making sure his scars - the ones he’d earned fighting gods - are on full display, before he headed to the lecture hall. He knows everyone is well aware of who he is. Normally, that makes him uncomfortable on a bone-deep level; he’s just a person, not a hero, and he wanted to go back to his quiet life as a regular Watcher.
Not today. Today, he’s Rook, Godkiller, hero of Thedas once more, and for good reason.
He strolls into the room, a swagger in his step, and waits to be acknowledged. Emmrich smiles as he sees him, and he doesn’t miss the faint furrow of confusion and worry between his brows. “Did I miss something important?” he asks hesitantly, and Laisal shakes his head.
“No, love, just left your lunch at home,” he says, stepping in to kiss him. It’s soft and intimate, and lingers more than strictly professional. He’s aware of the dozen pairs of eyes on them, but as they pull away, he meets one pair in particular - a young Watcher apprentice, one who hasn’t learned to take a gracious no yet, who’s been making his Emmrich uncomfortable - and smiles like a wolf, all bared teeth and full of predacious glee. He’s mine , that smile says, coupled with the hand lingering at the small of Emmrich’s back, don’t try it. He holds the eye contact like a standoff till it’s dropped, and then he relaxes and steals another kiss, passing off the tin of food.
“Don’t work too late,” he purrs, and Emmrich sighs fondly, “I’ll wait up for you.”
“I’ll be home soon, darling.”
One last kiss, and then he leaves the room, smiling to himself. Message delivered.