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now if you want some fluff...
how would their lives be once they are already living together? They both spend a lot of time outside their houses because of work, so how would those moments where they both are in the house, just relaxing? would they take any vacations? If they do, where would it be?
Lance will be the one to wean Isaac off getting up at five or six in the morning every damn day when they're both home and temporarily not on assignment. Rest is a luxury for adventurers, especially for these two, because their status requires a lot of responsibility and many duties to the Castle Village community and their Guilds. Lance always knows how to get a good rest when he gets the chance, while Isaac used to be convinced that he would only get a good sleep when he dead, and that's not a fact. But Lance was stubborn and very worried about Isaac, so he was able to negotiate with some important people in the Castle Village (mostly Camilla) and Ministry to give the scarred adventurer at least a week off.
On the one hand Isaac is confused and doesn't know what to do: no job, no raids, no enemy to defeat, no goal and no mission - so what to do? On the other hand, late breakfasts, healthy sleep, and the warmth of his pink haired lover are quite nice.
If the subject of vacation came up... Lance had tried several times to drag Isaac to Ginger Island, to sunbathe and enjoy the sea breeze. But for some reason Isaac preferred the Stardew Valley in autumn. He doesn't know why, he likes this time of year. Just standing and watching the leaves fall from the trees, picking the local mushrooms for elixirs. Isaac has even tried a little fishing (he's not much of a fisherman, but it's all about having a good time). And all this in the company of Lance, the man who was dearer to him than anything else in the world.
Plus - no mosquitoes and flies in autumn.
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Thanks @sapphicastral for good idea 😀
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Hangovers, scratches, pain muscles, in his back and.... lower back. It wasn't Isaac's finest morning, but it could have been worse, given his profession as an adventurer. He woke up unharmed in his own bed - that's already something. Trouble is, he can't remember a damn thing last night, and all attempts to remember anything have given a thud in his head and making him cringe in pain.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this drunk. It seemed the last time was when he and the other recruits were officially inducted into the Castle Village Guild, which was a great honour and a good reason to go nuts with alcohol.
Isaac sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to gather his thoughts, to remember anything from the hazy scraps of last night's conversation
"Where do you keep the elixir of stamina?"
"In the drawer to the right of the small table in the kitchen-"
Stop.
Isaac nearly broke his neck from the sudden turn of his head, and his dark eyes popped out of their orbits from the shock.
What the fuck was Lance doing in his house? Half-naked? Wrapped in HIS towel?
"What's with that look? It's like you saw a ghost" Isaac wouldn't have been as surprised by a ghost as he was by Lance.
"What are you doing here?!"
"What do you mean? I stayed here for the night after your kind invitation. Well, 'kind'... You grabbed me by the collar and promised to teach me 'manners' or something like that, can't remember. And what's more, you decided to get right down to practice..." Lance's smile grew bigger and bigger as Isaac's face grew paler.
But the scarred adventurer quickly pulled himself together, got out of bed, and walked almost right up to the grinning Lance.
"Not. A word. Especially Camilla." He switched to a threatening whisper, making sure to convey to Lance the seriousness of his words.
"I won't say anything unless you open your mouth yourself." Lance assured him. "And if you cover your neck with a scarf." At the last sentence, the pink-haired man winked at the confused Isaac. He instantly went to the bedroom mirror and discovered red stains on his neck and shoulders.
What a whore, he thought. Couldn't that bastard have done without a hickeys?
"Breakfast is ready, by the way. Go eat or it'll get cold." And when did Lance have time to do all this?
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