You've killed monsters that cut men's lives short, love. [There's something sober to the way he says it, brought on by the pressure of her warm palm settled just there across old scores and callouses, the edge of his thumb first scuffing her knuckles before curling over with utility in mind, rather than the indulgence he's already stolen. Hazel eyes bright in the dim light, dropping down and then up again, as purposeful as everything else.
Somewhere off in the manor, there's the sound of heels clicking dimly across polished wood.] I know you are.
[She always was, or he'd have never agreed to take her under his wing when the opportunity arose. Tucks her arm beneath his at last, ferrying her from the parlor out into the hall, decorated with relics all too personal to be coincidence.]
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Somewhere off in the manor, there's the sound of heels clicking dimly across polished wood.] I know you are.
[She always was, or he'd have never agreed to take her under his wing when the opportunity arose. Tucks her arm beneath his at last, ferrying her from the parlor out into the hall, decorated with relics all too personal to be coincidence.]