OF MESSMER AND MEN.

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messmer is, as his name implies, a mess. you have never seen a man quite so willing to fixate for an entire voyage over the sea with how to tie knots, or spend hours (and effectively tire out) learning how to quickly saddle and unsaddle a horse. you have been tasked by messmer to be a constant companion, and he's willing to go wherever you wish as long as you are the hand that stills his while he's biting at an obsession. there are times where it's fine to leave him to his flights of craven fancy, and there are times when you can actively see him fall into the madness that he warned you about. [break][break]

however you came to be in this line of work, messmer hasn't asked. perhaps you've wanted to share, only to watch the man fixate on amber jewels by firelight and listen to him spout a series of questions that you weren't required to answer. you're not sure if that distance is intentional, but messmer is otherwise friendly when not fixating. perhaps you only feel like opening when you're certain messmer won't judge you, or perhaps you're growing tired with the distance the man has kept. either way, when messmer has his brain together, you enjoy his company, and you're certain he enjoys yours.[break][break]

messmer would consider the two of you close. he's probably made a romantic or sexual pass at you in the past, perhaps he's even fixated on you. if you've declined, messmer has never seemed to mind, and has never tried to push you away (outside of some biting remarks while refraining him from painting a woman for a week straight as a wedding gift to her, perhaps). messmer allows you to leave as you need to tend to matters outside of him, though you've usually returned to find him in a mess of trouble.