"Come, we are close."
Ruven resumed walking, leading them around a turn. A few steps later, they arrived at the end of the pathway that connected to one of the canals. There, a gondola and its gondolier waited.
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His brows slightly creased, evidence that he was in thought. A few seconds of silence later, Ruven spoke, remaining nonchalant as always:
"I have not loved a girl, if we are to use what I understand to be your definition of love. Many of them bore my children, and I ensured
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“All of the girls you’ve loved before,” came the answer.
It was kept vague on purpose, for good reason. After all, if it was not such common practice anymore, they would be none the wiser to avoid speaking of it as if it were.
But oh, the internet, oh no, not the internet.
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⸺yet the high elf's determination was stronger, evidenced by the decisive tone of his voice. The brief pause as he spoke was not hesitation; it was to stop himself from being too direct once again and to instead mirror the wording Caspian had used earlier.
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@clovxby as if he simply thought of doing something else, he began to float in the direction he looked at.
It was unclear whether something had caught his attention, because there was nothing there⸺ it was just a deserted path to a street away from the city center.
The Keeper's gaze shifted from their hands to the prince's face. There was almost no movement at all until he once again slowly blinked, as if processing what the other said.
It was a simple enough request, and a simple enough question... yet it still took him what felt like
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The prince narrowed his eyes. So few words had been spoken, but they were just a repetition of his own name—nowhere near enough for him to discern what the entity meant to convey.
“...let go,” he said first and foremost.
Though he said so,
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@clovxby The Keeper didn't move from his spot, remaining still like a statue, until...
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...he looked elsewhere, away from As-Salih's face. The entity 'stood' straight again, but still remained floating just a bit off the ground. Then,
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"...I know he doesn't think about... certain things. I know that, but I still⸺"
Olivia abruptly stopped herself, her eyes widening in realization for a second. Then, she shifted her gaze towards Sephtis, slightly suspicious.
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"I thank you, but it is not enough. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 '𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'."
Olivia tore her gaze from the mirror, afraid of what the disembodied voice would say next.
But the room was silent.
"⸺."
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Ruven always left through the path that Alejandro allowed him to enter the first time he was taken to the castle, and he was on his way to the gates⸺ only to stop as soon as he saw the werewolf king.
"Not urgent," the high elf corrected, "for he has left them be."
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The pattern—thus the change thereof—did not go unnoticed. While Alejandro did not deliberately “report” to the vampire lord per se, the two did occasionally have idle conversations and, in those conversations, such patterns were sometimes mentioned. When it came up,
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"And, to clarify: my visit to the human city was not to kill. A young man pursued me, for his intention was to slay the Ancient One. It was for that reason that I took that young man's knowledge, and with it, his life."
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