// you've got your finger on the trigger //
The grin broadens at her answer, finally finding the short priestess and immediately drifting over toward her with the easy encouragement offered by the swaths of fire she offers. It’s relieving in the face of the cold of LongNight and Deepfrost in turn, but he harbors no thought beyond that as he reaches for her arm, bending toward her to greet her properly, lips pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand. “I had an idea.” He starts to say, withdrawing and offering her that same sharp grin.
“I have been speaking with Dygra and I am making her a new shrine. Closer than the Black Lake.” Cocking his head and squinting enough to let the lines of his crows feet darken with the flickering flame, he pauses obviously for dramatic effect. “I was thinking we could put it here, but despite you being our priestess I did want to confirm that it was okay with you.” A perfect spot for the perfect priestess he’s ever met in his lifetime. A certain closeness with their goddess that he thinks she will be all too excited for.
“I have been speaking with Dygra and I am making her a new shrine. Closer than the Black Lake.” Cocking his head and squinting enough to let the lines of his crows feet darken with the flickering flame, he pauses obviously for dramatic effect. “I was thinking we could put it here, but despite you being our priestess I did want to confirm that it was okay with you.” A perfect spot for the perfect priestess he’s ever met in his lifetime. A certain closeness with their goddess that he thinks she will be all too excited for.
Astaroth
// but your trigger finger's mine //
