on_holy_ground | charloft - 100 drabbles

Darius opened the door of the church and smiled at his friend. “I’ve been expecting you.”

Fitz lifted an eyebrow as he moved past the priest, both amused and curious about the greeting. “I don’t recall having informed you of my arrival in Paris. Are you having more of your prophetic dreams again, Brother Darius?”

Chuckling softly, Darius shook his head as he closed the door and they headed back towards the rectory. “No dreams. I simply brewed a batch of mead this week, and you always seem to follow shortly thereafter.”

Fitz chuckled. “You know me far too well.”