Come, lay with me, if you do not fear what hides in the dark
His expression warms, idle hand still clasped with hers squeezing in silent appreciation. That she takes into consideration his feelings is far beyond what he could ever have anticipated from a goddess. But there are shades of grey at work here, and together they need not pick a side. “I don’t need to be contained to either-or. They certainly won’t need me every day diplomatically, and my role could be tied to security. Just enough to give reasonable cover, what with all the smugglers in Torchline.” Eyes bright with an old flame of plans and mission tactics, stretching out a muscle weakened from lack of use but no less present.
What he would actually be watching and keeping tabs on would be between the two of them. “Phoebe told me no Abandoned can go to Stormbreak. Are the Ascended capable of tricking that?” He will need to determine exactly what he needs to prevent. Their entire passage? Smuggling? Indoctrination? All of the above, in his personal opinion.
What he would actually be watching and keeping tabs on would be between the two of them. “Phoebe told me no Abandoned can go to Stormbreak. Are the Ascended capable of tricking that?” He will need to determine exactly what he needs to prevent. Their entire passage? Smuggling? Indoctrination? All of the above, in his personal opinion.
