Torin waited just until the newest member of their little family was out of sight before leaning close to Sivan, meeting his eyes and saying,
"You could sweet-talk anything you wanted into rooting, or any one." It was cheeky and flirting and obvious in his grin how proud he was of himself for both thinking of it and saying it out loud.
When Timon and Bastion reappeared Torin pulled his belt pouch from his waist, tossing it to Timon and telling him to take Bastion and see what was in the kitchen at their favorite tavern. It wouldn't be as good as it had been last year, and it would come more dearly in terms of coin, but Torin was trying to spend money locally where he could. People needed it and he had it and that was reason enough. The two would be back in twenty minutes or so, and they would all eat together at the table in the house. One of the things Torin did not want was for Bastion to imprint on him, and only him, so hard that his loss or displeasure would devastate the lad. He hoped they would come to have a similar relationship to the one he'd formed with his own first teacher but he also wanted Bastion to have good relationships with Timon, Sivan, Aurin, and to maintain his connection with his Coven. A stable support system would have saved Torin a child's lifetime of heartache, so he would do his best to make one for all his students.
Stepping into the runeforge he picked up the papers that held his schematic ideas for making the seeds, as well as the sketches he'd done of golem ideas.
"You want to take these," He pointed to the cooled cast pieces, "Up to the workshop and look over my ideas while we wait?"
A part of him was thinking about kissing and nuzzling at the elf's neck while he did so, but that, he knew from experience, was distracting enough to render the 'study' pointless. So, he would try his best to keep his hands to himself, unless Sivan started touching him, then they could make out for a few minutes in the privacy of the upper floor workshops and go over the schematics after Bastion had headed home for the day.
"You could sweet-talk anything you wanted into rooting, or any one." It was cheeky and flirting and obvious in his grin how proud he was of himself for both thinking of it and saying it out loud.
When Timon and Bastion reappeared Torin pulled his belt pouch from his waist, tossing it to Timon and telling him to take Bastion and see what was in the kitchen at their favorite tavern. It wouldn't be as good as it had been last year, and it would come more dearly in terms of coin, but Torin was trying to spend money locally where he could. People needed it and he had it and that was reason enough. The two would be back in twenty minutes or so, and they would all eat together at the table in the house. One of the things Torin did not want was for Bastion to imprint on him, and only him, so hard that his loss or displeasure would devastate the lad. He hoped they would come to have a similar relationship to the one he'd formed with his own first teacher but he also wanted Bastion to have good relationships with Timon, Sivan, Aurin, and to maintain his connection with his Coven. A stable support system would have saved Torin a child's lifetime of heartache, so he would do his best to make one for all his students.
Stepping into the runeforge he picked up the papers that held his schematic ideas for making the seeds, as well as the sketches he'd done of golem ideas.
"You want to take these," He pointed to the cooled cast pieces, "Up to the workshop and look over my ideas while we wait?"
A part of him was thinking about kissing and nuzzling at the elf's neck while he did so, but that, he knew from experience, was distracting enough to render the 'study' pointless. So, he would try his best to keep his hands to himself, unless Sivan started touching him, then they could make out for a few minutes in the privacy of the upper floor workshops and go over the schematics after Bastion had headed home for the day.
