LOCKE
Locke grabs her face between his hands, squishing her lightly before pulling her forward to press a kiss to her forehead. "I understand that. Doesn't change my mind, Seren. I can't imagine I'm going to come out of this unscathed. That anyone will. I might as well do something worthwhile with my life if I'm going to have to risk it anyway." He leans back, studying her face, like really looking at her.
She's so young to be thrust into all of this and he hates it. He takes a slow breath, a soft smile that's reserved for only those closest to him. "Do you want to know a secret Seren? I haven't even told Maeve." The reason he loves her so much, so quickly. The reason he'd risk his skin for her. He doesn't wait for an answer because he's sure she'll ask. She loves stories after all.
"I used to have a little sister. Just like you. Full of life, of light. Used to say she was the sunshine to my cloud, ya know? And one day, I let her get on a big ol' boat and she never came back." His voice is shaky, not that he cries but still. "I'm not letting that happen again."
She's so young to be thrust into all of this and he hates it. He takes a slow breath, a soft smile that's reserved for only those closest to him. "Do you want to know a secret Seren? I haven't even told Maeve." The reason he loves her so much, so quickly. The reason he'd risk his skin for her. He doesn't wait for an answer because he's sure she'll ask. She loves stories after all.
"I used to have a little sister. Just like you. Full of life, of light. Used to say she was the sunshine to my cloud, ya know? And one day, I let her get on a big ol' boat and she never came back." His voice is shaky, not that he cries but still. "I'm not letting that happen again."
I'm motivated by the lack of doubt
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
