Aodhan személy
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– You have to wear formal gear, too? – she asked Aodhan now.
[…]
– I am your escort, – he responded. – I’m expected to be in leathers or other clothing suitable to a warrior.
– I hate you, – Elena said without heat.
His eyes, those strange, hauntingly beautiful eyes of crystalline blue-green shards shattered outward from an obsidian pupil, warmed. – I’ll let you hold my swords if you’re nice.
– Very funny, Sparkle.
His eyebrows drew together over his eyes at her reference to the nickname he was trying to stamp out of existence. – I’m going to kill Illium.
“He snuck into Illium’s room while Illium was asleep. Normally Illium would wake at once”—the squirmy cub had grown into a seasoned warrior— “but his mind would’ve known Aodhan was no threat, so he slept on.” […]
“Waiting until Illium turned over onto his front, Aodhan painted words on the outer surface of his wings with a special ink that soaked in but dried without leaving a sticky feeling. When Illium woke, he didn’t notice anything.”
Andromeda giggled. “What did Aodhan write?”
“Well, when Illium went out to join his squadron commanders for a drill, they patted him on the shoulder and said, ‘Sorry, you’re not my type’.” Naasir had seen it all from his vantage point on a balcony. […] Naasir grinned. “Free Bluebell kisses on offer.” […]
“The best part was that the ink didn’t wash off, not for three days. Illium finally hunted Aodhan down and had him ink out the words so it just looked like he had splotches of black on his wings.”
“Aodhan and Illium?”
“I haven’t spoken to them, but I know Illium will be all right. It’s Aodhan about whom I worry.” […]
“Illium’s there. You know those two will be fine as long as they’re together.”