My crappy illustration of Jayce and Hrulash’s totally platonic heterosexual manly friendship. And Xanda laughing at the fact that any way you look at it, it looks totally not. Oh, boys. (No, really, they’re both heterosexual, and Hrulash would really appreciate it if you would “get off his case about his failings with girls or he will hunt you down and bend your ear on statistics until you stab yourself in the eye out of boredom”.)
And yes, Hrulash is saying to Jayce that he’s glad they’re friends with the very angriest face he can manage. He’s weird like that. Fortunately, Jayce understands. A little too well for Hrulash’s comfort.
Hrulash swears he didn’t use to use such obscene gestures until Xanda drove him to it. He is a nobleman, after all, and they’re above such stupidity. I think he’s actually pretty mad about her seeing this, though, and might even go after Xan (fear of getting his butt kicked aside) except for the fact that Jayce is still hugging him.
I’m not very good with Jayce’s hair.
Now I have to go finish this DMC fanfic. Ugh, figments.

EDIT: Whoops, I wrote some words to go with. Enjoy.

They were just standing around at the edge of the courtyard, looking out into the stables. On break. Jayce was studying some butterfly he’d never seen before, sketching it in a little notebook, and Hrulash was just watching the rest of the world, standing in parade ground ease with his hands clasped behind his back.
Funny, for the last couple of weeks in training Jayce had attached himself to Hrulash’s side. They studied together, took their sparring together, and weathered the girls’ giggly teasing together. They shared a love of books and quiet and study, and while Jayce still spent most of his time with the female recruits who had befriended him first, Hrulash couldn’t say he wasn’t grateful that Jayce often also came to spend time with him. With Tseo and Hoarwilk in their other unit, he would have been feeling pretty lonely, even with Garekhen’s company.
It occurred to him, after about twenty minutes of this quiet activity, that perhaps he should mention that. Jayce was somewhat an emotional man, and he would probably like to know.
What his reaction would be, Hrulash forgot to consider.
“Jayce,” he said suddenly, and Jayce turned away from his notebook in curiousity at the deep voice.
“Mmhmm?”
“I was just thinking… uh…”
“You okay?” Jayce asked, looking him over quickly.
That did not make things better, and Hrulash flushed under the scrutiny. He screwed his eyes shut and continued. “I just wanted to say… I’m glad you’re here, Jayce.”
He cracked an eye, and Jayce was staring at him, puzzled.
“Never mind,” he barked, turning and beginning to stride away as quickly as he could without looking like he was hurrying.
Jayce made a startled grunt and ran after him, spinning him around and throwing his arms around him.
Hrulash froze. This was horrifyingly embarrassing. “Jayce…?”
“I’m glad you’re here too!” Jayce chirped in his tenor voice. “You’re a good friend, you know that?”
Hrulash sucked in air through his nose and awkwardly put an arm around the shorter man’s shoulders. “That’s what I meant to say…”
“Ha!” a burst of laughter startled him, and Xanda leaned out from a nearby doorway. “Gaaaaaay.”
“You’re not one to talk, Miss Lutien,” Hrulash growled, making an obscene gesture at her. He didn’t use to make rude gestures; it was beneath him as a nobleman to be rude, but sometimes she just drove him nuts and not in a good way.
“I knew it!” she continued, undeterred. “Ooh, Kali’s gonna have a field day with this!”
“What?” Hrulash yelped, suddenly terrified. “No! Don’t you dare!” Of all the people she could tell-! He had a crush on Kali, a little, still-blossoming one, and if she thought he was gay she would never ever consider him. He would have run after Xanda, promising her death (the fact that she could whip his butt in five minutes on the sparring ground aside), except that Jayce was still latched around his middle, apparently oblivious to the attack on his sexuality. If Jayce even had any sexuality.
Hrulash managed to pry himself away and stalked in the direction of the dragon’s quarters. He’d never live this down.
“Note to self – never show any emotion ever,” he growled to himself as he walked, as Jayce watched him leave in puzzlement and Xanda watching in amusement.

Continued in Yllamse’s sketch and Part 3