Don’t get her wrong, if sobriety had been present, she would have worded that differently, but the core information that was the complexity of emotions was there nonetheless.
—No more bickering for today— she whispers, blinking slowly
—Two things can be true at the same time— she whispers, allowing her glimmering lights to gently float around him— I can think you are an ass joke for your actions, and get angry as a consequence, and at the same time, I can care for you and adore you, come what may.
+
That... was a response he didn't expect nor predicted in this current climate of theirs or other. Perhaps it was her fragility in the drowning of wine that made her like that or perhaps it was something else entirely he wasn't keen on catching up on.
His thick dark ~
whispers, allowing several of her golden sparks to float and meet his own dark ones, a first timid approach after the storm they’d both created and watched grow
Curious eyes follow his frame as it moves, as if it was the Creature’s first time seeing the divine moving and operating.
For Kahlan could be angry, could yell and curse at the Reaper, but the adoration she’d found herself harbouring for him had proved to be evergreen, eternal+
In the epitome of all else that struck him senseless, he knew there had been another round of levels inclined to take over. After all, they were hanging around over his head for a good while now. He couldn't be forced to ignore it, even if he tried to shoo it away.
He ~
like the both of them.
For every detail he found himself hating about his reflection, the redhead only found more crevices to explore, to make hers and love, just like a dragon treasuring every coin and jewel of their hoard.
— Stay with me till that conversation happens— she+
lash out on me because you feel new sensations that you cannot control as if they were your favourite dagger. — she mumbles, keeping her ring decorated hand close to her chest in an attempt to warm it up— if you care for something, don’t hurt it.
—Then allow yourself to care for me. But if you care, care fully — she speaks, unmoving as her heart keeps slowing down as she gets wrapped in the cold of nine night— I am not stupid, i am aware that you are not going to come and hold my in front of Death, but don’t +
He let her bumble and rant like she normally did with him nowadays; his fault really. But he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of concern when he didn’t know how she was. Especially with his own set of nonsense.
“Has it ever occurred to you that I have to blend in? ~
Any complaints should have been made before you cuddled with me under it next to the stream. It’s too late now— she speaks, smirking ever so smugly at him as she curls up, feeling her whole body relax under the oh so familiar scent
because you are a fucking asshole, but just like madmen do, you have these episodes of utter lucidity where you are nice and sweet- she sighs deflating on the floor- im dealing with 27 personalities in one man
“It means conversation, Kahlan.” He snipped, granting his cheery gestures for the second falter into a grouch once more.
“I’m nice now? You called me an asshole not two minutes ago.”