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He swings his feet over the firm mattress, his handmade quilt warm against his hands. Sighing, the mage slides his feet inside the worn-out slippers strewn across the floor, black cat hair clinging to them. Gods, he needed to get new ones. Esteban Argonn had been holed up inside his modest hut for the past decade, following a similar routine every day. Although he never grew tired of the mundane pace of his life, it would've been nice to have some variety now and then. Little did he know, he was about to get a lot of variety throughout his days.
It was the "make breakfast and wallow in self-pity" part of his usual morning routine when the small bell on his hand-carved wooden door rang with urgency.
"Bloody ell', man, hold your horses," Esteban grunts in the direction of the door. Ged bores his beautiful blue orbs into Esteban's back as he reaches for the door handle. Twisting, the door creaks with age and neglect, having not moved for a couple of years. The last time Esteban had opened the door was to take a piss outside because he had broken his toilet with forbidden magic. The toilet took a week to repair, and Esteban pissed out the window for the rest of that gruelling week. His bowels thanked him endlessly once he'd fixed the toilet.
Esteban's head lifts from his mug of mushroom coffee, his starry bedroom eyes falling upon a decorated knight. The man's hand was hilted on the handle of his golden sword, almost ready to draw it if things went to shit. Esteban tried hard not to gawk at the stranger's sharp features and those familiar eyes…. Wait, he knew this stranger. This stranger was not a stranger— it was Stefan (Blue) Razz.
‘Fuckin’ ‘ell…” Esteban thought to himself, feeling his eyes going wider by the nanosecond. He hadn't laid eyes upon the man since… Fuck, when was the last time they'd seen each other?
Stefan's voice is as smooth as ever when his plump lips part,
"Hey, stranger.. "