I must say that traveling alongside you would be a pleasure: to see places I have only heard of and to be at your side? I might begin to think that I am merely dreaming. If it were possible for me to do so right at this very moment, I would go with you without hesitation.
[ Once her touch travels down from his hair to his neck and then to the middle of his shoulders, he stills beneath her touch. The scarred areas are healed and not particularly sensitive anymore (with the exception of the location of the stab wound), but his mind fills in the gaps for him, bringing to mind the memory of how he sustained those wounds, no matter how long ago it was. They are hardly unique, as so many Temple Knights were injured or worse during the long war, and like every knight who sustained injury, the scars tell a story and paint a picture.
But he finds that when he is with her, he does not wish to dwell upon his hurts, whether physical or of the mind. He wishes only to be present with her, to feel her love through her touches and hear it in her words and to give the same back to her. ]
If only we had met sooner... Then we would have had more time to simply love each other. I believe I could spend a lifetime telling you and showing you how much I love you and it would not be enough.
[ The urge to kiss her is strong, and he tilts his head upwards to look towards her. If not for the angle, he would be kissing her already.
In spite of himself, and in spite of his earlier thought that those old scars on his back do not trouble him any longer, there is no stopping the almost reflexive shiver that creeps up his spine. Her touch is gentle, unlike the dragon's talons that inflicted the wounds in the first place. But even now, he does not blame the foes that he fought in the war, given what he knows now about how the conflict began. Blame lies with both sides, but he personally believes that more of it lies with his people, or at least, their ancestors. Still, now is not the time for these thoughts, and so he puts them aside once again. ]
I suppose the truth of the matter is that we both have, and yet I feel as though I am blessed by being graced with your presence, Lantaa.
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[ Once her touch travels down from his hair to his neck and then to the middle of his shoulders, he stills beneath her touch. The scarred areas are healed and not particularly sensitive anymore (with the exception of the location of the stab wound), but his mind fills in the gaps for him, bringing to mind the memory of how he sustained those wounds, no matter how long ago it was. They are hardly unique, as so many Temple Knights were injured or worse during the long war, and like every knight who sustained injury, the scars tell a story and paint a picture.
But he finds that when he is with her, he does not wish to dwell upon his hurts, whether physical or of the mind. He wishes only to be present with her, to feel her love through her touches and hear it in her words and to give the same back to her. ]
If only we had met sooner... Then we would have had more time to simply love each other. I believe I could spend a lifetime telling you and showing you how much I love you and it would not be enough.
[ The urge to kiss her is strong, and he tilts his head upwards to look towards her. If not for the angle, he would be kissing her already.
In spite of himself, and in spite of his earlier thought that those old scars on his back do not trouble him any longer, there is no stopping the almost reflexive shiver that creeps up his spine. Her touch is gentle, unlike the dragon's talons that inflicted the wounds in the first place. But even now, he does not blame the foes that he fought in the war, given what he knows now about how the conflict began. Blame lies with both sides, but he personally believes that more of it lies with his people, or at least, their ancestors. Still, now is not the time for these thoughts, and so he puts them aside once again. ]
I suppose the truth of the matter is that we both have, and yet I feel as though I am blessed by being graced with your presence, Lantaa.