Something— inside him— those words— they wrap around his ache, cradle it tenderly, gentle with the raw edge of his grief. He had expected— he doesn't know. Someone telling him to be strong, that he'd get through it, that the sheer force of his will killed a god, what chance could sorrow have? But to let him sit with it...
He looks at her in awe (which is no different than how he normally looks at her, to be true), unclenching his fist so he can reach up to wipe the tears from her cheeks, praying his touch is as gentle as her words are. ]
I made you a promise, didn't I?
[ He moves his free hand to their clasped ones, placing it over hers. ]
I intend to keep it. If you would allow me.
[ Giving her the choice. It's what he did all this for, right? She doesn't need to stay with him, if she doesn't want to. She can take Torgal, go see the world, spread her wings, live her life. Free of him, if she wants.
But Flame take him, he doesn't want that. Not now, not ever, but especially not now, but he won't just assume. She is the maker of her own fate. As are they all. Still, his expression as he says it is hopeful, much as he tries to hide it. Honest and earnest, and perhaps just a little bit needful. ]
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Something— inside him— those words— they wrap around his ache, cradle it tenderly, gentle with the raw edge of his grief. He had expected— he doesn't know. Someone telling him to be strong, that he'd get through it, that the sheer force of his will killed a god, what chance could sorrow have? But to let him sit with it...
He looks at her in awe (which is no different than how he normally looks at her, to be true), unclenching his fist so he can reach up to wipe the tears from her cheeks, praying his touch is as gentle as her words are. ]
I made you a promise, didn't I?
[ He moves his free hand to their clasped ones, placing it over hers. ]
I intend to keep it. If you would allow me.
[ Giving her the choice. It's what he did all this for, right? She doesn't need to stay with him, if she doesn't want to. She can take Torgal, go see the world, spread her wings, live her life. Free of him, if she wants.
But Flame take him, he doesn't want that. Not now, not ever, but especially not now, but he won't just assume. She is the maker of her own fate. As are they all. Still, his expression as he says it is hopeful, much as he tries to hide it. Honest and earnest, and perhaps just a little bit needful. ]