Private Finished Two Redheads and a River in Egypt

Things had been awkward lately between Orsick and Andrasta in the days following "the incident" as Orsick was calling it. Or at least he was in his head. That said he thought their current conversation was bringing things back to their normal dynamic at least a bit. But that didn't last long, there's no way it could have. The question was bound to come up, and now Orsick was faced with a terrible truth.

"Oh... that..." he wasn't one to avoid eye contact when he did actually have eyes, but he was sort of looking away. "Well she told me I was wrong, tied a string to."

He inhaled as he went into his logic.

"Red string of fate means someone's dying or falling in love. Dalia can see people's relationships, and she wouldn't just act like that if I was dying. So I figured it has to be the latter. Dalia's also been acting like this since she saw us dancing together. And then you two went to talk privately."

He turned to face her, "I think you know where I'm going with this..."

He could hear it in his head, several of his family members just somewhere out of sight yelling, "just kiss already". Orsick hated that feeling more than anything else. There was no reason to try playing things off anymore. So why was this so hard to just get out there?

"What the flip. Are we being stupid about this?" Orsick asked the obvious rhetorical question. He knew the answer was yes. He let out a hiss, not a human hiss, the kind you hear from an agitated reptile. "We like each other. You got jealous and had to face it. And up until now, I've been doing everything I can to avoid any sort of romantic anything. Where do we go from here?"

They were being the dumbest of nerds about it. The kiss left Orsick's face almost as red as his hair. Drakenhardts were supposed to be better at the romance things than this. He wondered if it was like this for everyone starting out. What was he supposed to do now? He was staring at her like a dumbass.

"We kinda suck at this, don't we?" he laughed awkwardly and took Andrasta's hand, giving it a squeeze. "We'll be alright. I had fun dancing with you the other night."

"Yeah, yeah I'm workin on it," he sighed. It wasn't getting much better having it pointed out like that. He took a breath, inhaling and exhaling. There it was. He was calming down. This wasn't a big deal, he was just making more out of it than it needed to be.

"Most people don't throw me off this hard. You won this round, but I'll get you back," he declared with a stupid grin on his face. It was sort of surreal all of this happening. He liked this feeling though, like things were just going to be alright. "So... what's the plan now? I guess we should tell Dalia so we can get the told ya so's or whatever she has up her sleeve out of the way huh?"

"You're probably right about that," he groaned, he'd definitely spent the greater part of the year being kind of an idiot. Dalia probably would be on it for at least a few days. This term's election was proving to have more moments of self realization for the young dragon. He kind of wanted this all along. Of course, he wouldn't admit that out loud under the threat of death.

"Everyone I know pretty much says if it's a good solid relationship you're basically best friends. But with kissing and stuff. We... we can just figure things out as we go along though," and there he went blushing again.

"I know. Don't say it."