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Post by Tazmuck on Nov 10, 2019 22:23:10 GMT
After two bottles of the best wine he could afford, Taz's date with Sherlock was going well. At first it had been a bit awkward, especially as Sherlock had turned up in his work clothes and asked if anyone else was coming. But he seemed to cotton on fast, and as they got talking their lives on the sea gave them lots of common ground.
Time to ask the question. He'd thought about asking it a lot, and even the wine didn't completely remove the nerves. "So, Sherlock, do you want to do this again as, like, more than friends?"
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Post by Tazmuck on Dec 16, 2019 23:10:00 GMT
It'd been a long time since Sherlock and Taz's first date.
Sherlock sat opposite Taz in the flourished hook. Between the muscular dragonborn, and the hulking 8ft tall minotaur, the small bunch of flowers that Taz had bought from BBBBBBB looked underwhelming as he handed them over.
You could've written commented Sherlock.
I was busy. There was a war on. I was fighting in a war! For Kul Goran! Taz was clearly expecting this to win Sherlock over. He was dating a war hero! But instead Sherlock looked even more upset. This confused Taz.
They had a couple more drinks together. The mood lightened slightly when Taz told Sherlock about the villagers they'd helped in Zot Goran, but Sherlock still made an excuse to leave before they could order any food. Something about the captain needing him back.
Next time then? said Taz hopelessly, staring at his feet.
For the first time that night, Sherlock smiled.
You're an idiot. He put his arm briefly around Taz's shoulder, and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. See you soon Taz.
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Post by Tazmuck on May 7, 2020 19:43:14 GMT
Taz and Sherlock were having breakfast in The Flourished Hook. Sherlock was back from a stint on The Drunken Mermaid, and had been given a few weeks of shore leave. They’d celebrated with a meal and a few drinks, a dance in the Hook, and then on a whim rented the biggest room available there for the night and gone upstairs together. It had been a good night.
Was this a good moment to bring it up? It felt like it, but when was a good moment for these things? Taz played around with his food a bit, before looking at Sherlock in the eye.
So, I’m being hunted by a demon assasin.
Hmmmm. Sighed Sherlock, in his characteristic style - like he was thinking, but also like he had already come to a conclusion about what he was thinking at the same time. They’d had this conversation quite a bit after all. Sherlock’s work was dangerous, but Taz’s was moving to a different level of dangerous. How long before he ended traversing the nine hells and fighting arch demons, like the adventurers he met in the Ettin? It wasn’t a basis for a steady life.
Sherlock looks at him blankly. For a moment, Taz thinks, this is it, this is when he walks away. But then he breaks into a smile.
Sounds like I have competition. What’s he like?
She,actually says Taz, and he launches into the story.
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Later in the day, they’ve been to most of the places they wanted to go. They’d gone fishing out by the docks for a few hours, lost some money at the gambling tables, and now they were playing chess back in their room. There was still a bit of unresolved tension, though, and a conversation they needed to have. Taz started it:
I know you think that I’m taking too many risks, but I want you to know, I am being careful now, I’m doing my best for you.
Sherlock looks at him and hmmmmms again. But his reply takes Taz by surprise
Look, I know what you are and what you do. But I love you. So I guess I’m gonna have to live with it.
I… okay. I think I love you too.
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