Being called beautiful was not something Faelyn would ever get used to. His husbands had been trying for over a thousand years and still it managed to leave him more than a bit stunned every time.
Taking the moment to clear away his work from his desk so they could eventually eat, books and journals were set on their proper shelves as he spoke.
I- Um-the gentle pink that had been previously across his cheeks had turned into a scarlet to rival the red of his hair as Fae ducked his face a bit in a touch of embarrassment to collect his thoughts into something more eloquent than um's.
Taking the moment to clear away his work from his desk so they could eventually eat, books and journals were set on their proper shelves as he spoke.
A combination of being thousands of years old and knowing exactly how to restore numerous kinds of art, books, and artifacts. Though I suppose that makes me a bit of an artifact as well, even if I don't feel any older than 30 or 40.He certainly didn't look it, either.
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