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Date: 2022-10-18 02:17 pm (UTC)
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Reaching up she tips her head to kiss him softly.

You... were not taken?

For a moment, her mental voice sharpens, a blade ready in case he needs it.
Edited Date: 2022-10-18 02:20 pm (UTC)

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Date: 2022-10-18 02:31 pm (UTC)
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Her voice is the shine of a blade, vicious and proud.

I am glad you are safe


Of course. He would have been a fine prize, after all, one of Elu Thingol's last surviving kinsman on these shores, and her husband, with no considerably prowess of his own.
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She nuzzles back into the kiss.

You underestimate yourself, husband she purrs back at him. She's pretty sure they're a lot more than 'little' weaker.

And you returned to me, that is all I wanted

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Date: 2022-10-19 04:36 am (UTC)
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She kisses the grin, pleased.

Good.

And then kisses him again.

Thank you

It is unfair to make him promise that, probably. So many have not returned, to her, or to him. But she is selfishly glad that he has, all the same. Probably, she should be more cautious - this could still be a trap - but his spirit is warm against hers, moonsilver bright and deep as the roots of old trees.

"You need to rest." She murmurs aloud.

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