if you don't terrify people a little then what's the point
All the while, save for the intertwining of the Shield and Sword’s fingers, the monolith rendered no emotion across his features. Kept them both on their toes now, stare subtly shifting towards Kiada as she answered his inquiry. The undertone of acceptance had always been a massive piece for anyone and everyone, especially with intertwined pasts and lines of mistakes. That Chulane hadn’t been affected by the wake of the Harpy’s experiences said enough about his character. He reflected the notes of approval towards Amalia; a pervading of the senses, and perhaps so in the recollection of a slight smile to the other couple, a nearly imperceptible nod of his head.
Besides, if Chulane ever hurt her, vengeance would be swift in return (likely from everyone else gathered at this sanction).
The other man seemed to take the mantle of asking inquiries too; though Deimos hadn’t quite expected this one. The edges of his mouth curled and contorted into the slightest of smirks, glancing at Amalia from the corner of his eye. “Many, many meetings.” He wrinkled his nose in apt fondness, recalling moments before their coming together. “I believe there was brooding on my part, and acceptance on hers. Some libraries, songs, flour fights, and dances in between.” A succinct blend, when it couldn’t be accurately summarized. Thereafter had been all the more – scores upon scores of adventures, triumphs, tribulations, and everything else lodged in the midst. The Shield would likely tell it far better than he; she’d known how he’d fallen for her – and he’d gladly repeat it in Attuned, silent measures.
Besides, if Chulane ever hurt her, vengeance would be swift in return (likely from everyone else gathered at this sanction).
The other man seemed to take the mantle of asking inquiries too; though Deimos hadn’t quite expected this one. The edges of his mouth curled and contorted into the slightest of smirks, glancing at Amalia from the corner of his eye. “Many, many meetings.” He wrinkled his nose in apt fondness, recalling moments before their coming together. “I believe there was brooding on my part, and acceptance on hers. Some libraries, songs, flour fights, and dances in between.” A succinct blend, when it couldn’t be accurately summarized. Thereafter had been all the more – scores upon scores of adventures, triumphs, tribulations, and everything else lodged in the midst. The Shield would likely tell it far better than he; she’d known how he’d fallen for her – and he’d gladly repeat it in Attuned, silent measures.
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