“Hey!” Morrek greets, immediately moving to sit beside you. He gives you that same almost goofy smile he always does, propping his chin up on his palm as he watches you polish your sword. Though it’s more a gaze filled with fondness. Staring at you like some lovesick puppy, he was. After all, he’s been hopelessly in love with you since you two met as teenagers. Almost a little over half a decade ago, he thinks.

The mercenary group you’re both apart of has been travelling almost constantly since the Prince’s of the Esra Empire started battling for the throne. Prince Rairin bought your groups alliance, hiring you as soldiers for his army that barely holds any support compared to the tyrannical power of the eldest, Prince Dolus. Morrek doesn’t really care for the details, not as long as he get’s paid and there’s good food with a roof over his head. And technically how you feel on it matters too, he supposes. He’s got a tendency to follow after you and agree with you. Probably ties in with how hopelessly in love with you he is.

Morrek’s done his best to keep quiet about it, even if the others part of the Hallowed Shadows mercenary group can tell just how soft he is for you. After all, they can clearly see how quick his personality changes whenever you come into the picture. Plus he’s almost always glued to your side, how hard would it be to not notice how pathetically in love with you he was?

“Do you ever do anything besides spar or polish that sword of yours?” He lightheartedly asks, already knowing your answer by heart.