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Have a fluffy ficlet of Rostam and Arundolyn because who would I be without my fluffy ficlets (resurrecting my AO3 for these boys, so what's what we've come to, huh) Also this is how they look like in my headcanon: https://twitter.com/Zorriya02/status/1441951581713440772?s=20 and https://twitter.com/Zorriya02/status/1442230396826144769?s=20 _______________________________________ Arundolyn blinked, humming cut short as he stepped out of the washroom. "Ah." Seated at the dining table, Rostam raised his gaze from the paperwork and waved lightly with the hand not holding the quill. "I'm home," he announced. "I did not hear you come in. Welcome home, dear," he dutifully responded, wrapping his hair in a towel. "You were working late in the office, hm?" Rostam grunted and frowned as he looked down, and Arun had to resist the urge to poke between his brows. He came to stand at his friend's shoulder, absently running fingers through his bangs, smoothing them back and out of Rostam's

Rostam was Grand Master's right-hand man and the Wolf Pup, he would not allow himself the indignity of groaning and tugging at his hair in frustration. He did however close his eyes for a long few moments and release a deep sigh. He looked over to the counter and raised a sheepish hand, "My apologies, Mistress Seprin, if he caused you any trouble, I will be taking care of it now." The red-haired noblewoman only smirked, chin tucked in her hand like she was enjoying the show. "Nonsense, Master Rostam, he was as sweet as a cub. Do have it your way if you wish though," she snickered and Rostam resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He almost marched over to the table occupied by several knights, all in different stages of inebriated, laughing and rambling meaningless words amongst each other. "Arundolyn," Rostam growled, a quiet, yet piercing sound. He lamented his intimidating tone not landing even on the rookie knights, all of them looking up and greeting him cheerfully, some more