This isn't a sin week request but! If possible, could you please do a drabble of the time Ezarel is away in chapter 10? Like him thinking about how Gardienne is doing/being worried about her/missing her while he's on his mission? Maybe if you can, how he'd feel when Gardienne runs up and the first thing she does is hug him?
Apologies for the delay, the last couple of days have been pretty rough so I’ve not been in a creative headspace recently. Hopefully my little dry spell has ended and I can focus on getting the inbox open this weekend.
Hope you enjoy your scenario! ^-^ (Also, apologies if anything here is non-canon, I haven’t played the episode yet, so I don’t know much about it.)
He wasn’t missing you. Nope, not at all. Ezarel knew he didn’t, so why Nevra insisted otherwise was beyond him. Sure, he was eager to go home as soon as possible, but that was normal, right?
The fact you were constantly on his mind was just coincidence, is all. It’s not like he wondered what you were doing, or worried whether you’d finally kicked the bucket. Of course not, everyone at the guard would insure you were safe and stayed of harm’s wa- THAT WASN’T THE POINT.
The point was you weren’t on his mind and he wasn’t missing you. Even if you were on his mind (which you weren’t) it was only passing thoughts like: ‘_____’d like that.’ Or ‘That idiot would love to see this.’ Nothing big or significant, he was sure.
But as the time to return home crept closer and closer, Ezarel couldn’t deny the jubilation of going home, one he only really got when a mission had been especially taxing, which this one hadn’t. And while he was sure searching for the reason why would give him the answers he needed, Ezarel doubted it was the answer he wanted.
For that reason, he tried attributing his eagerness to return to anything that wasn’t you, but even he couldn’t pretend his heart didn’t leap in his chest when he saw you by the Eel’s gates.
He ignored how his walk quickened into a trot, or how a small smile broke out on his face. But he couldn’t ignore the way you… were running towards him?
He barely had time to react when your arms flew around him, encasing him a crushing hug.
While one small part of him was unabashedly ecstatic you’d apparently missed him, the much larger part was screaming bloody murder at the uninvited embrace.
Despite everything(or nearly everything) in his body screaming at him to step the fuck back, it still took him a moment to wrench himself away, a fact he attributed to your death grip, but in truth, he wasn’t ready to end it yet.
That, however, didn’t stop him from throwing you off indignantly, red-faced as he demanded to know exactly what the hell you thought you were doing.