Late night patrols were often lonely, cold, the biting cold adding to the miserable ambiance.

Fighting the Wild Hunt was often a perilous job, but at least that was something to do. On quiet nights, such as this one, Flins found it far nicer to patrol the islands of Nod Krai with you.

The light in his dark, melancholy night: the only thing that shone brighter than the cold metal lantern he kept on his person.

Flins was almost certain there’d be no- if any- Wild Hunt activity tonight. He seemed to have a hunch, a hunch that was almost always correct. After all, he wouldn’t put you in any immediate danger. He could never.

“Thank you for accompanying me.” Flins murmured, lantern extended out in front of him, lighting the pathway.

He couldn’t help but steal glances at you, admiring the curve of your cheek, the dip of your shoulders, the slight twitch of a smile that played on your lips. Truly perfection, if Flins had ever seen it.

“Most nights are rather…isolating, without your delightful presence by my side, asking many questions.” He smiled softly, then followed it with a lighthearted laugh.

His words would have seemed sarcastic or snarky to the average person, one who wasn’t accustomed to Flins’ eccentricities. But you knew he was being affectionate, kind as he always was with you.

Flins paused for a moment, then glanced to the false moon that hung in the sky, “you have a way of making the night warp to your beauty.” He added, soft and slow, as if testing the waters with his flirt, “you look radiant under the moonlight.”