bakerstreet | minor injury meme.

[ Her leathers had patina underneath the heavy sets of armor, showing their wear and tear. Still, she can't help but be flattered by his concern, and she bites her tongue from snapping back. She asked for his help she reminds herself. ]

Unlikely, but. Thank you.

[ Yeah, maybe a little, but it was still a vote of confidence that she didn't really have right now. ]

They're under----there.

[ His touches and close proximity she wasn't embarrassed by, not really, but perhaps unused to. The weight off of her shoulder's was like the Maker had given her a really great gift, and she even sighs a bit at it. Without the steel bearing down on her, the hurt was a little more apparent, her shoulder pushed at an awkward angle. ]

Better. Much better.

[There was so much to a proper warrior's armour. Kost handled it with care as he removed the piece, setting it down on the floor for the time being. The close proximity may not have been a source of embarrassmennt for the woman but the Qunari had a certain appreciation for it. There was a lot of trust behind what she was doing now, asking for his assistance, trusting in him not to make the matter bigger than it was. He was concerned of course, rightly so in his mind - but he wouldn't tell anyone that Cassandra was injured. He wouldn't say a word unless she spoke first.]

Let's get the rest off. This breastplate can't be helping matters.

[The breastplate or the shirt she wore beneath it, the leathers on her hands - too much to her armour but it was all necessary. Every part of it served its purpose. Much like the Inquisition in a sense.

Kost's hands moved again to work on her breastplate, focusing on removing that next. These he at least had more experience with, how to remove properly. As he worked, he took a moment to look towards her, meeting Cassandra's gaze and smiling a little in doing so.]

I used to tend to my fellows in the mercenary company like this too. Patch them up, set their bones. Help them undress when they otherwise weren't able. Whenever we got new blood, they always found it a bit entertaining - the biggest one among them and he's the one cleaning cuts and bandaging bruises.

[ She wasn't prepared for that, but her expression doesn't waver. Her lips press into a flat line, and she lets out a breath she'd forgotten she'd been holding. ]

An old poem once spoke of the largest being the most gentle in order to account for the small.

So forgive me, the image is....quite entertaining, actually.

[ She does smile at it a bit, the chestplate finally popping loose and the weight falling back. It allows her to sink forward fully, and that alone is a relief to her back, her clavicle and her neck. Now removed, the harsh red irritation was visible on her neck, but she didn't care to notice. ]

No apologies needed.

[He laughed a bit as he removed the chestplate, his rose coloured eyes meeting her own for a moment, lips curled into that smile. Though her smile was thin, Kost was glad she was able to relax a bit more now. She was always so stiff - and while that was well and good in Skyhold when commanding her men, she needed the opportunity to let herself breathe.]

It is a bit of an amusing thing to imagine - my hands are so large, I have to take extra care with everything. Imagine someone as myself attempting to stitch up a lacerated arm on an elf - some of them, my hands could touch if I put them around their waist.

[With the warrior's chestpiece aside, those large hands of his began to move over her arm, lightly touching and gingerly squeezing, trying to see where the pain was most prevalent. He could see the redness up closer to her neck and going down to her shoulder - that was certainly an area he'd need to investigate.]

Tell me where it's most tender, I can briefly draw the pain out with a spell.

[ She averts her gaze quickly. ~~We're not having a moment!~~ she told herself inwardly, the rather sharp adjustment to the lack of weight bringing her shoulders upwards slightly. Still, his next comment just make her smirk, if not for the image alone. ]

It is. Even funnier so, your needlework is probably far more impressive than my own.

[ Pay close attention to the leathers, you'll find little spots of minute repair and yes, her needlework is rather horrid.

He mentions the size of his hands compared to an elf, and she does find the image as much entertaining as the last, and for a moment, guilty pleasure wonders if they'd fit so snugly around hers. She quickly banishes the thought. That was inappropriate, and a little pang of sudden discomfort reminds her of such. ]

There, between my neck and my shoulder, and the very end of it. I fear that something may already be torn, but there's nothing I can do about it at the moment.

[He gave a bit of a sympathetic hum as he touched the area, breathing in through his nose before wetting his lips. He was glad that she seemed amused by his stories, pleased to see her relaxing at least a little more at present. He noticed the small areas the woman had no doubt tried to repair - it wasn't a bad job, a bit messy with those wide stitches, it was a wonder they were still holding together as well as they were.]

It may be more effective to remove your top, let me see the extent of it. I hope you haven't torn anything too badly...

[Or irreparably, for that matter. He disliked the idea of her being out of commission for a few days - having her out permanently? He didn't quite want to face that. He couldn't imagine she did either.

A faint, blue-green glow surrounded the Qunari's fingertips as he stroked along the material of Cassandra's top, the anchor in Kost's hand glowing as much as the mana in his fingers. The way he brushed across her shoulder and up to her neck, even above her top, felt warm - a very genuine and building heat. It helped soothe the sore muscle there, taking away some pain from the aching and bruised flesh.]

How does that feel now?

Better.

[ Understandably, she had no qualms about removing her top, but the actual going through with it would be more difficult than it was to just put it on this morning. Deep, steadying breaths helped ease the pain alongside his healing magic, and for a moment, she disregarded any social hangups she might've had being in his presence as a friend and not a teammate. It made the tenseness disappear completely. ]

I hope I haven't either, or this will be a much longer process than we'd hoped.

[ Closing the rifts, that is. Because come on, she held up a dragon today, and she wouldn't deny it. Surely she wouldn't boast either, that's about the extent of it. Her doubt begins to bubble in the back of her mind, but she does her best to set it aside, unclasping the neck of her leathers to pull the collar down the best she could, because there would be no lifting her arms up and over to get it off that way. One clasp, two clasp, three clasp, revealing soft linens for chastity and small spots of skin underneath, luckily, her mail cleverly stitched to the inside of her leathers for this reason alone; to eliminate multiple layers in the even of an emergency. See the armorer's mailing apprentice do that for you, or just have her messily stitch it for you.

Still, underneath where she isn't lithely muscle lined, she's black and blue, and it's no real mystery as to why. ]

Edited (dem commas) 2015-03-25 19:17 (UTC)

[Kost let the warrior remove her attire herself here, not wishing to overstep any bounds. Though with his old mercenaries, it was never an issue to strip them down and patch them up - it was different among the Inquisition. Even though he was known as the Herald, even though he'd been aiding them and fighting alongside side them for some time, he still a bit out of place. He was still finding his footing above all, figuring out where he fit among the group.

And where he fit when it came to Cassandra. The talented woman had impressed him in ways he never imagined. There was something so incredible about her, it made him want to have her close by through all of this. After all, in many ways, he wouldn't be here if not for her. They hadn't quite gotten off on the right foot but Kost had gone and proven that first impressions were not always the lasting ones.

Of course, any thoughts he was dwelling on swiftly left his mind the moment he saw the state the woman's arm was in. That redness he saw close to her neck was nothing compared to what her armour and her leathers had been hiding. That black and blue flesh looked incredibly sore and tender, he hadn't anticipating something quite like this. He knew she'd fought hard, taken a number of blows and the brunt of that dragon's weight - but to truly see it was something else.]

Maker's breath, Cassandra. Look at the state you're in... [That concern was back now, his brow creased as he brought both hands to the woman's arm gingerly holding it and inspecting the bruises.] It certainly needs to be set, you weren't wrong about that... But it may just be a sprain, your shoulder might even be dislocated at this rate.

[He wet his lips and breathed out, shoulders sagging.]

Let's sit down so I can help you set it. [Even though Cassandra could stand comfortably in the tent, he most certainly couldn't. His knees were growing sore from crouching as he was.] I'll cast another spell to try and dull the pain again but once we return to Skyhold, I want you getting this looked at properly.

[ She sat rather roughly on her knees, the actual weight of his gaze and worry replacing that of the cold steel. ]

My own fault. A simple miscalculation. It won't be happening again.

[ Still, she's...incredibly flattered by his concern. ]

You're not a stranger to injuries like this, dislocations, sprains.

[ She doesn't finish her question; Why do you look so surprised? ]

It is my guess that it is, thus my reluctance to move it.

[ Or see anyone else about it, frankly. ]

On your order, Inquisitor.

[ Her fancy way of saying 'As you wish.' She's distracted momentarily by his little gestures; being gentle with her arm, and his overall soft demeanor. She didn't feel like a chastised child like the many healers she'd seen before made her feel. No, she was being looked at like someone who knew her limits. Foolishly she'd pushed them. ]

Thank you. It is an unusual request I am sure, having me yelling at you one moment, and asking you to set my arm the next. This is not exactly what the either of us expected at the beginning, I assume.

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[She didn't feel chastised by a healer because she wasn't being looked at by a healer. Kost was the Inquisitor, it was true - but he was also her friend. A friend who cared a great deal for her. As she settled onto the floor, he joined her, though his form still towered over her. His hand moved to her shoulder again, sending another wave of soothing magic against it, something to help ease it.

His touch was still gentle, not wanting to put more pressure on it than necessary. Just enough to let the magic seep in, to alleviate some of that pain she was in.]

I'm sorry that you got injured out there... But I'm glad that we had you. You protect me so often out there, I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you properly.

[His hand moved from her shoulder and down her upper arm, palm flat against her skin. More area to cast against, a place to focus his power. Along her upper arm, back to her shoulder and then finally, his large hand rest against her neck. He kept it there, no doubt for longer than he ought to, encouraging Cassandra to look at him.]

Nothing would pain me more than to lose you out there.

[ Oooh, girl, those alarm bells are going off and they're saying 'either cut and run or face this head on!' and she can't look away. The magic is soothing, cool and refreshing against her skin, and if she wasn't leaning into by now, she had.

She bites her bottom lip sheepishly, studying what he just said to her. She bled more now for Kost than she ever had for Justinia, and the idea of it doesn't bother her. In fact, it brings a smattering of pink to her cheeks. Something stupid and romantic fluttered through her mind like 'I'd die a thousand deaths' or 'take a thousand arrows' but she agreed, she'd only make a fool of herself. ]

Don't apologize, and don't think you have to repay me.

[ Finally, she does lock eyes with him, and instead of hardened, battle-weary Cassandra, she's soft, and...kinder looking. It was like looking at a whole different person. ]

As would I, knowing you were gravely injured due to my carelessness.

[ How to words? She has to think of them specifically, starting with one and then restarting again. ]

You---no. If it meant your safety, then I'd gladly do it again. And again. And I'd continue to, until I were brought to my knees, and still, I would not bow.

So, for losing me...[ She pauses, her other hand coming to rest on his. ]

You will not.

[Kost kept his eyes on Cassandra's own, matching that softened gaze of her's. His hand moved from the woman's arm and towards her neck, moving slowly as to keep her hand on top of his own. He rest his fingers at her neck, his hand large enough to brush against her jaw as he watched her.]

No one in this Inquisition is expendable. Leliana could find me one-thousand warriors - but there will only ever be one Cassandra. I intend to keep you here at my side for as long as the Maker allows it.

[There was no one in this Inquisition he appreciated more than Cassandra. She gave him so much, she dedicated everything towards their cause, to protecting him. He ultimately carried Thedas' future in his hand - but whatever future was crafted, be it for the Inquisition, for Thedas, for them, he wanted her there.]

Let's finish getting this arm of yours set. I've still plenty of magic in me to help mend it - but don't think for a moment I'm not going to worry about you all night. [He said it all with a kindly and sweet smile, something adoring in his eyes.] I'm tempted to say you should spend the night here in my tent, so I can keep an eye on you.

[ Her breath is caught in her throat suddenly at how he touches her, and she freezes, unwilling to move for anything else. If her face was only slightly pink before, now? She's almost completely scandalized, blushing fiercely. When he finally lets his hand to her, Cass realizes she's stopped breathing, and releases the breath shakily. ]

That is...more than kind of you, Kost.

[ Whoops, where did the 'Inquisitor' go? She has to wrench her gaze away, but not without smiling bashfully first. Pain? What pain? She can't feel it over the ridiculous pounding in her chest, in her ears. Hesitantly she nods. ]

Yes. Good idea. As for staying, I-I don't think your reputation can afford such rumors.

[ Rumors like the ones that spoke of getting under the Seeker's skin with a silver tongue? He probably could, and her every fiber says 'don't decline' where the morality in her says 'Nope, bad idea.' She's the definition of conflicted. A sharp pain grounds her not long after. ]

Besides. You may not like me in intense pain.

[ ~~Flimsy attempt to be lighthearted, go.~~ ]

[There was a warmth in his eyes that simply wouldn't leave as he watched her, a fondness he simply couldn't help. Hearing her say his name as well, that made it feel as though his heart took the opportunity to skip a beat. It was a strange and wondrous feeling to have, to be able to share a moment like this with the hardened warrior.]

if you were in pain, you know I'd heal you. [Even if his healing talents were unable to mend broken flesh or bones, he could still take the pain away, as he'd proven since she'd come to his tent.] Keep you comfortable for the night - see how it all feels in the morning.

[He lowered his hand from the woman's neck, bringing it towards her arm. Both hands soon held that injured part of her, his touch so cautious and gentle despite his large hands. He positioned them on her arm, applying a bit of pressure now as he straightened it, preparing it to be set properly now. He continued to speak though, hoping his words would distract her. He'd set enough arms and legs over the years with his mercenary groups that it was hardly a task for him now.]

My reputation already has enough rumours behind it, I'm more than certain people have enough to occupy themselves with. I'm a Qunari, I'm a mercenary and I make no secret of being a mage. I'm hardly the ideal vision the Chantry wants for Andraste's Herald. If anything, I'm confident that rumours of a secret rendezvous with my Seeker would be seen as a positive thing compared to all of that.

[He said it with a laugh, applying more pressure to the woman's arm, pulling on it in doing so, trying to pop her shoulder back into place.]

Though Varric might find some interesting way to spin it all. Say I keep you near just in case that Tevinter mage we have travelling with us decides to use me in a blood ritual.

[There was amusement in his voice, knowing full well Dorian would never do such a thing. Rumours would be rumours though and so long as he was the Herald, they would persist.]

[ He made sense of it all, rather hitting the nail on the head about rumors. He was right: perhaps it was the least scandalous of all things that followed him. ]

They'd either say that we corrupted each other, or brought each other closer to victory. That I was crazy, or overflowing with devotion.

[ The hopeless romantic in her fluttered at the idea, being stolen away for evenings much like this one. She's ripped from that romantic reverie as he presses her arm back into place, grabbing a hold of him at the shoulder to balance herself and brace for pain. ]

Secret rendezvous, though...

[ Ugh, in all her minute amusements, all her slightly entertained fantasies, she hadn't really imagined something like this. ]

Were I a fool, I'd say you sound like you're propositioning me.

[ She only manages through a strained breath before the shoulder rolls back in, and her grip on him tightened with an audible cry. Once it's there it's set, though, her hold doesn't slacken. Breathing through it, Cass straightens herself, if only just to look at him again. Maker, just the way he was so gentle was enough to light her up. And the warmth, the warmth she found in him was comforting, and she knew she wouldn't be leaving this tent. ]

Because if you were, I'd have very little choice but to gleefully accept, considering my feelings.

[ She wants to add something snippy about either of the two rascals he's just mentioned but the weight of her last statement still hangs. ]

Edited (5am typos) 2015-04-02 12:43 (UTC)

[Her words gave him pause, the Qunari clearing his throat a bit now, one hand still on her arm, even after it had rolled back into place. He wet his lips a little, watching her with a bit of a creased brow, worrying his lower lip. Oh, Kost hoped the woman wasn't playing with him right now. Cassandra wasn't the sort to joke and tease like that though, not the kind to speak without conviction. She was a woman who said what was in her heart, regardless of how it reflected upon her.]

Your feelings... [he murmured those words back to her softly, fingers stroking along her forearm.] I'm... I'm not the sort to play games, Cassandra.

[She had always been truthful with him though. She wasn't the sort to play games. Maker, he prayed she wasn't.]

If you truthfully have feelings that go beyond my role as Inquisitor... I'd like to know them. [He brought his free hand to her chin, tilting it up again to meet his gaze.] I'd very much like to know if they so happen to fall in line with my own.

[ His worry gave her pause, her brows knit in slight misunderstanding. Usually she was so forward and direct, and this had been a challenge for her, she has to find her words again. ]

I am not playing games with you.

[ As he tilts her head, she decides to rise only halfway, standing on her knees, likely no higher now than he sat. Still, it's right enough for her, and she cautiously brings her hands to his shoulders (despite the nagging pain in her own.) Her gaze doesn't leave his. ]

I do. So much so that after this I fear I can no longer deny them.

[ Did she just say that? Oh that sounded so wrong coming from her, like a cheesy, badly thought of line in one of her books. Like a helpless damsel who was to faint in her lover's arms. Not at all an undesirable position, she'd admit, but not one she wants to convey right this moment. She bites back her look of dissatisfaction with herself, and starts over. ]

What I mean is...[ Mayday, mayday. She sighs and sits back with a look. ]

I do have feelings for you. Rather, I've kept them to the wayside, in order to continue towards our goal. They're not worth the distraction, unless----unless you deem otherwise.

[ Did she say that right? She tries to turn it over in her mind. 'I like you, but this isn't a thing that should get between us and Corypheus, unless you think it won't.' Yeah, that sounded about right. ]

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[He listened to her words, a certain warmth spreading through his chest the more the woman spoke. She was his Seeker, his guardian, his knight in a sense. She stood for all things just and good, she stood for the Inquisition - she stood for him. If Kost had gotten a little caught up in the romance behind all of that, could she truly blame him?]

I see...

[He breathed the words quietly, both hands coming up now to cup the woman's cheeks, a deep affection in his Dawnstone-coloured eyes as he looked down at her. Large hands could easily crush her with enough force but right now, they were gentle. Gentle, easy, a kindly and warm touch. To embrace her in this manner, he never thought he'd be able to. Her duty and his position had always forced him to mentally separate things - but knowing the woman had feelings? Knowing she felt so strongly about him? How could he ever deny her?]

I too have something I must admit, I feel a great deal of tenderness towards you, Cassandra. Few things in this world make my heart feel weightless but every time you speak to me, when you stand at my side, when you defend me in battle - it soars. When I sit here in my tent with you before me, with you seeking me out for aid? It sings.

There is a lot of beauty to be found in this world but before meeting you, I'd never known how much of it could be right before my eyes.

[ She opens her mouth to say something, anything. And nothing comes to be spoken. So, picture, for a moment, Cassandra Pentaghast sitting, mouth open, awestruck in her Inquisitor's tent. She closes it suddenly in realizing her look of...probably stupor.

For a moment, a few, sane thoughts cross her mind. This was the Inquisitor, this was Kost, her Quinari Inquisitor, her commanding officer, her---this wasn't morally correct, it couldn't be, but nothing contested these thoughts more in her mind than a simple 'What of it?'

Quite honestly, everything they'd staked could be turning for the worse at this very moment, should she continue, but then again, it couldn't. After looking at him for a long moment, studying what he said, how he looked at her and---Maker, his hands on her face, gentle and warm, she decided that perhaps this would be a good thing; a thing that they both needed, that they obviously, both wanted. There's no tactful way to put it but she wasn't sure she was feeling the moment right. There was an inkling of doubt in the back of her mind, like perhaps she could be wrong about it, about all of this, about what he could possibly mean, and so rash action wouldn't be excused---instead she asks. ]

...May I kiss you?

[That kind warmth in his eyes didn't fade for an instant, the corners of them creasing a bit as he gave a soft laugh. That laugh was content and it was comfortable, it wasn't at her either. Kost's hands hands cupped her cheeks for a moment longer before slipping down Cassandra's throat, down towards the warrior's shoulders. He took special care on her one side, not putting too much pressure on it - though he knew that his seeker wasn't about to shatter like a porcelain doll.]

Please do...

[He leaned in a bit closer, the tip of his nose touching her own. His voice was a hushed whisper yet it was so full of expectation.]

I was hoping you'd ask. [He gave another gentle laugh, allowing himself to nuzzle the end of his nose against her own.] It's taken me long enough to muster the courage for this much.

[ She's more than relieved to hear him say it, doubly so, to have him so close to her. ~~Really, brushing her nose? That's probably what did her in.~~

Now with his permission, she kisses him. And oh she kisses him. She tries to get a better hold of her emotion, but it really was like trying to hold a bowl of water on horseback. Her arms came back up around him, now unafraid of scaring him away.

With that kiss, her entire worldview changes. Her perspective is suddenly straight again.

This was her Inquisitor. Her Inquisitor. Who she's kissing, who's she's admitted her feelings to, who's she pledged herself to once before, and has silently done again. Her shoulder seemed like a pinprick compared to the realm of possibilities she's laid herself in front of now. Sure, she did before, behind of cause of stopping Corypheus, the Templars, what have you. But now she would with a new cause, a new reason, and that was because she wanted to, not of her virtue or sense of duty, but because she loved him, and would see no harm come to him from this point forward. She would place herself between him and any harm that would come and die protecting him without hesitance.

Naturally, this means she's probably coming on every errand now, Kost. ]

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[Ah. A wondrous thing it was, to feel Cassandra's lips against his own. There was something so sweet and yet, so strong about the sensation of her mouth, lips that claimed him and comforted him all at once. The Qunari could feel a warmth spread through his chest, returning the kiss as best he could, hands slipping down his warrior's form and to rest one upon her hip, the other returning to cupping her face. The tips of his large fingers brushed into her hair, lightly tracing that tight braid. Whether that was truly her hair or if it was merely a headpiece, he didn't care. Everything about Cassandra, about this human he now held close, was perfect.

This was not a road he'd expected to travel. Much of the Inquisition had been an unexpected turn - but this was the first time he truly felt it had been rewarding. It was a selfish thought but all the same, sealing rifts, being a target for criticisms from the people of Thedas and a target for the forces of darkness, it was a thankless existence. He wasn't here to be thanked but this? This made it all feel right.

He slowly parted from Cassandra, letting out a slow breath against her before he lightly panted against her face. Soft puffs of air, wetting his lips as he stroked along the warrior's hip. His eyes were still closed, their noses touching once more, as if that contact was just as intimate as the kiss they had shared.]

I do hope you realise, you aren't leaving this tent until morning. [He gave a very light chuckle, sighing softly across her.] If you thought I fussed too much earlier, I have all the more reason to now.

To be truthful, I did not expect to after you set me.

[ 'Good, because I really didn't want to.' ]

I will stay.

[ Less of a statement, more of an affirmation. She's only cracked her vision to just get a look at him this close, and she can't help but bring a hand up to mirror his in adoration. It's now hard to conceal the flush on her cheeks. ]

Though do be gentle, I can't bear weight on one side.

[ Now she's just being cheeky, brought to kidding around for the first time in a while. She was used to the courting, the flirting, the walkaround, not something this sudden, nor this upfront and...passionate. It was refreshing, and she'd likely be singing his praises for days. Cass leaned up to peck his cheek, her offending arm resting on his own, hand leading up to his bicep, then shoulder again. She quite liked feeling up and down his arms, just reminding herself, how solid but gentle he was. ]

You're alright? With...this? Us.

[ She makes a vague gesture. Us, that is what she meant, she just has to confirm. For clarity's sake. That it wasn't just some fluke, or her being injured a garner for pity. That this was an actual thing, that was happening. ]

[Everything right now felt so very comfortable. It was no doubt the first time Kost could every truly admit that since all of this began. He'd always been comfortable among his mercenaries, the Inquisition had taken longer to grow on him.

Though, as daunting as she could be, Cassandra hadn't taken long to grow on him at all. His fondness for her was present since the start - or at least, since he first began to seal the rifts. Things had been a touch rocky at the start with her harsh accusations and stern tone she carried with him. Once she established he was not the threat, not the one at fault for the Divine's death - things had all changed.

Earning the seeker's favour had been a bit difficult but right now, it more than proved his efforts had been worthwhile.]

I think I should be the one asking a similar question of you, Cassandra.

[His hand stroked along the woman's good shoulder, easing back and motioning for her to come closer if she so wished. To have the woman nestled close to him, to have her body against his own - even just to sleep side by side - was something he'd longed for.]

Not only am I a mage, I'm of the Qunari as well. [A Qunari largely raised among humans - but still a Qunari.] I should hope such a thing is not too jarring for you.

[ His concern brings a small smile to her face. A mage being his worry, haha, oh, does she have news for you.

She admired his ability to adapt, his gentle nature under his exterior---something now hardened for the purpose of being a leader, an icon, his thoughtfulness. The more she thought about it, the more the list grew. Mage, Qunari, Inquisitor? It all seemed superficial to her now, whereas moments ago, it was all she clung to in order to not allow herself to have those fantasies. ]

Whether or not this persists for a while, or only for a short time---[ Her logic being that they could very well be on their way to dying!]---I cannot personally, afford to worry about those things.

Had I, I would have missed you, and we would not be sitting here.

[ She takes his invitation to come closer, only leaning on him slightly; enough to be felt. ]

There are more important things to hold reservations over.

minor injury meme.

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Editing for length cause I was at work whoops

It's all good. Sorry for my own delay!

nah no worries

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I like how we were all "yeah, we'll be light on the romance" and then bam

Oops we accidentally love interested. Hard.

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editing for length and clarity and...yeeeeah

Hello, yes, I am finally alive again. Also Kost is as cheesy as her romance novels.

I DIDN'T GET THIS NOTIF WHY but oh man she's melting what a sap

Don't worry! Hopefully this one makes its way through.

they dont really i always have to check BUT i love it so much i'm usually always checking ; u;

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