A Friend In Need Who: Aurin Demarc, Bethen Avilla Where: The Keep When:9:45- Three days before Alistair’s arrival at the Keep. Following an run in with Thais in the courtyard. Summary: A friend helps and old friend, and stays to catch up on times that they both have missed. Rating: A (For Awesome, and possible Awwwwr) Otherwise - G
Over the years and his travels, Aurin had carried quite a few women. Part of him happened to be amused by this fact. Part of him was proud of this fact. Part of him knew this was a damn foolish thing to be thinking about at the moment.
He shouldn’t have been doing this. The smart thing to do would have been to stop. The smart thing to do would have been to not get involved in the first place. Aurin had never once been accused of doing the smart thing though. Especially when Bethen or any of his friends were involved in whatever was going on. Instead of the sensible thing, the Templar let his strong footsteps carry him though the halls of the tower at a quick pace. He knew some of the less traveled areas, and with the preparations for the Joining the halls were even more empty. He carefully worked his way up the levels of the Keep towards the rooms that were assigned to the mages.
He cradled the woman gently against him as he walked. Little in the way of conversation passed his lips other than to ask for directions when needed. He just let the woman in his arms relax once again as he walked. His steps slowed in their smooth advance as he reached the rooms and he glanced around at the closed doors in the stone walls. They all looked so very similar. His blue eyes slowly turned their attention towards the mage in his arms as he slowed to a stop.
“Beth? Alright. Which one…and you’ll have to get the door for me,” he murmured the quiet words with the touch of a smile on his lips. He couldn’t help it, the last time he had done something like this he had been thirteen or fourteen years old. On the way back from a run to the kitchen where Beth had hurt her ankle. The similar situations, couldn’t help but bring back good memories that made that smile just a touch wider and warmer than usual. It was almost useless to try to hide that look, especially around the friend he had known for almost his whole life.
She still wore his shirt, though it seemed to bother the Templar very little. He wasn’t ashamed to walk around this far out of uniform. The important people in his life knew of the scars he carried, and any others that found out he didn’t give a damn about. There were more of those scars from his travels than there had been three years ago, but each one held a story to tell. His arms burned and muscles tensed and relaxed again as he stood waiting for a direction from the dark haired mage in his arms. He ignored the discomfort, he was almost there and then he could set her down and let her rest.