“Lancey! Lancey!” As small children, Lancelot would crane his head down to look at Vane. He'd pat the top of Vane’s head while hearing what good deed he's done.
“Lancey, hey, Lancey!” During their knight training, Lancelot one day noticed he no longer had to crane his head down. They met eye to eye. Lancelot had also stopped patting his head, as he was a squire and Vane a page, instead warmly on his shoulder.
“Lancey...!” Lancelot heard from behind. It's just shortly after Vane's induction into the Order of the Black Dragons. It's been some time that they've seen each other, though Lancelot was in attendance at a distance next to Captain Seigfried. Now he can congratulate his friend face to face during the after party.
He expected to meet Vane’s eyes but instead met his chest; it was more like facing a wall. When did he get so wide? Lancelot felt his neck turn up to meet Vane’s. He looked much more mature than he last saw him, almost a different person. Then Vane broke out into a bright smile, a moment before Lancelot could even think, That's the Vane I know, Vane wrapped his arms around Lancelot’s neck in excitement, decorum be damned.
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