Author’s note: In this chapter, the word Drow is used. This does not specify a character’s race, but their loyalty. If an elf who does not agree with what they consider the “norm” of loyalty, we refer to them as a drow. This can be anywhere from betraying their kingdom or associating with races other than elves, aka orcs, dwarfs, and humans.
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A loud sound pulled Shafir from his dream and he panted heavily on the furniture in the office. He was still sprawled out in an odd position with half his body off the couch. On top of him lay a blanket. It wasn't one he had seen before, so he assumed it had been something that had been stored away in one of the many closets. It was at least soft, so that was a benefit.
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The sound helped Shafir's hazy mind clear, even if it was only a bit. Though he didn't know what the sound was, it seemed to be something he had heard before. He sat up and he could hear the sound better. The ping of a string and a solid thunk once again.
Ah.
Archery. Someone was practicing away with a bow nearby. Though he couldn't remember there being any target ranges around so it was odd that it sounded so close. Shafir rubbed his eyes with his palms before looking around the room and saw that the dream was truly over. What greeted his eyes was the same old sight, a desk piled high with paperwork. Old dusty bookshelves illuminated by the small window of the office.
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One thing stood out, though. Usually sitting at that desk or standing in front of the bookshelf reading was the golden boy. None other than Eliqinor, the captain, his boss, but when he looked, there was no sign of the giant idiot. Well, at least he wouldn't get scolded for sleeping, that's for sure. He really hadn't meant to fall asleep. It just seemed so much easier to doze off in the office instead of his own home, especially after he had a nightmare.
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Why did archery have to be so loud? Shafir stood up and threw the soft blanket on the couch. Eventually, he went through the back door of the office to be greeted with a sight he never wanted to see in his whole life. He saw it enough when he was a squire and hoped he would never have to witness it again. Eliqinor is in all his golden glory, standing out in the sun, shirtless and sweating. Disgusting.
"So you added an archery range?" Shafir leaned against the doorway of the office and saw as Eliqinor lowered his bow. He quickly put the arrow back in the quiver on his back before turning to Shafir. He truly was the epitome of a perfect High Elf. Most considered tall and muscular to be just the right flavor of his subspecies. The way Eliqinor's muscles seemed to dance under his skin whenever he moved or notched an arrow. It was something Shafir remembered from when they were still squires. How couldn't he, when he struggled to even pull the bowstring back when Eliqinor did it flawlessly?
"It is just something simple," Eliqinor spoke as he hung the bow back on the rack. When did the idiot have time to set one up? Was it when he was on his last mission? He had been gone for at least a week dealing with a troublesome group of bandits that had trained slimes to pickpocket. So that had to be when he had done it because Shafir had been so busy catching up with his paperwork he hadn't even noticed it until now. "I have to do something between all the paperwork."
"Honestly, what a waste of time." Shafir rolled his eyes and walked over to where the archery supplies sat. The dark elf wasn't bad at archery, though he would say he wasn't nearly as good as Eliqinor. He had seen the man use three arrows notched on one bow blindfolded and hit three separate targets. Eliqinor was only 15 at the time and Shafir was still struggling with creating magic arrows. Though he couldn't fault himself for it, they had taught Eliqinor this stuff since he was born and Shafir had only learned what his father had time to teach him between missions. That was before he was gone, of course.
"A true waste of time is you…" Eliqinor watched Shafir notch an arrow and aim. As soon as he was going to release it, Eliqinor opened his mouth once more. "Sleeping at work." It threw Shafir off kilter with the sass in Eliqinor's voice, which caused him to misfire and hit a tree instead of the target. He could feel his anger swelling up.
"If it's such a waste of time, why didn't you wake me up!?" Shafir couldn't contain his anger. There was always something he said or did that would set Eliqinor off. Just as he could set Eliqinor's temper aflame, the other man could do the same to him. At a drop of a hat, they were always at each other's throats.
"Too troublesome." Shafir gripped the bow tightly in his hands. It wasn't his fault he tried to sleep. He really did. He couldn't help but be plagued by that figure that wore his face or of those around him. Shafir was struggling and was only barely keeping his head above the water. "Besides, if you sleep and slack off, it's not my fault if you don't finish your paperwork."
"You do this, so I have to stay later! You don't trust me, so you force me to stay with you longer to monitor me! Admit it!" Eliqinor's face reddened and Shafir could see the twitch in his eye itching to come out. He was almost positive this was Eliqinor's plan. If he tired Shafir out enough and forced him to stay late, then he couldn't be out causing trouble. Was that what Eliqinor assumed he was doing on his days off? While he can't say he hadn't gotten into fights with other knights on his days off, it wasn't all he did.
"I never said that, Shafir." Eliqinor raised his hands into the air with an exasperated sigh, and that only pissed Shafir off more. How dare he just try to pretend that wasn't what he meant!? Eliqinor spoke again and this time Shafir knew the words, "You are an adult. It is your responsibility to not fall asleep at work."
"Fuck! It's not like I want to!" Shafir threw the bow to the ground and turned around to avoid having to look at Eliqinor's dissatisfied face. He knew he was an adult. He knew he wasn't supposed to fall asleep while working, but he couldn't help it. "... Fucking idiot…" At this point, Shafir didn't even know who the idiot was anymore. Was it Eliqinor or himself?
"Then why have you been falling asleep then?" Shafir’s ears picked up the sound of what could be a concern in Eliqinor’s voice. It had never occurred to him that his sleeping habits could be a cause for concern for someone else. Not that he wanted Eliqinor’s pity, anyway. The idiot must have had all the warmth and comfort a spoiled brat could ever want. Shafir even dared to say if Eliqinor had a nightmare, his mother would come running to his beck and call.
“None of your business,” Shafir said as he picked back up the bow to put it away. Just cause he was upset really wasn’t a reason for him to disrespect the things that Eliqinor supplied them. He liked the bow that was obviously meant for him to use. It was light and curved in just how it fit his palm perfectly. Stupid idiot spending their funds on some toys for them to play with when they got bored. “Go put a shirt on. No one wants to see that.” Shafir vaguely waved at Eliqinor’s bare chest, a look of utter disgust on his face.
“Oh? I thought I looked quite nice, but if you say so,” Eliqinor sighed with sarcasm and walked off, leaving Shafir by himself. He placed the bow down on the rack and rubbed his hands against his face. Shafir just needed time to himself. That was it. A nice cool bath would be good and perhaps doing some overdue paperwork would get his mind off things.
“Good riddance,” Shafir said as soon as he heard the door of the office swing shut and had five minutes of peace to himself. He hated dealing with Eliqinor and hated having to actually converse with him even more, but something compelled him to keep going. Even if it was one more word, something compelled him to always have the last word, even if Eliqinor wasn’t there.
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