[ A faint laugh escapes him. ] And what delicates have you reserved for monster killing?
[ His thumb brushes over the silky petals. Spring flowers. It's almost spring, he realizes. Back home, the frost would begin to melt soon. He'd make his way down the mountain. Meet the bard at the edge of some town.
Now he's just here, with them, with her, season after season. A change, but not a bad one.
He pulls his shirt over his head, discarding it to the side. Her nails scrape lightly against his skin as her hand travels. Her parted lips beckon him forward. He tilts down to kiss them again, hair falling over his shoulders. ]
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[ His thumb brushes over the silky petals. Spring flowers. It's almost spring, he realizes. Back home, the frost would begin to melt soon. He'd make his way down the mountain. Meet the bard at the edge of some town.
Now he's just here, with them, with her, season after season. A change, but not a bad one.
He pulls his shirt over his head, discarding it to the side. Her nails scrape lightly against his skin as her hand travels. Her parted lips beckon him forward. He tilts down to kiss them again, hair falling over his shoulders. ]