I shall, if I ever get the time of course- she grins, tucking the flowers inside one of her pockets- may I ask for your name? I'd like to remember such a kind soul
Kahlan does take a few, giving back a grateful smile.
—I used to have one, but it burned— she speaks, not losing her smile— herbs and plants are far more useful than most make them out to be
to resist the temptation of kissing the top of his head when she allows it to settle against her chest, just where her heart softly beats, cradling him carefully in between soft caresses.
—My Sweetest Shadow
Kahlan is caught by surprise by the sudden movement, gasping before dissolving into giggles while gently readjusting and making herself comfortable as her arms snake around his frame, feeling Daray’s own squeeze her close to him
—There we go, hm?— comes her soft whisper, unable+
He knew what she projected outwards as his void like eyes spotted the mannerisms many a time from the people on the surface. The Outer World and their showcase of affection in various demeanors triggered rampant emotional complications that were deemed catastrophic in the ~
— You will be the first to know, as you’ve come to always be with anything that has to do with me— she assures him, holding both his hands on hers while looking the reaper in the eye, as if such an action represented a silent promise, an oath to hold herself +
Daray gathered a simple hum of response, allowing his mind to trail off into the sanction of worries. He did that often when it came to day to day operations and his crew finding a Charge line rather entangled with the other companies to be rather daunting, but this ~
—Give me your hand— comes her soft demand, from a pair of lips that curve into something between a smile and a smirk, gentle yet with a mischievous glint laying deep inside her golden eyes.
He harked a laugh.
Certainly so. He would adore nothing less, nothing more than to have her sparkles of fragmented lights trail behind him during his days. "Steady wings, Starling. Let's not go that far."
It only serves to have her snuggle deeper into his hold, allowing herself to lay another kiss on the ring she holds, ever so precious for the Creature, who had found what she’d dare to say with no doubt was her favourite soul in the shape of an usually grumpy Reaper.
Unfortunately, he didn't catch the ever blooming smile. He was far too focused on how her heart sounded, memorizing the way it beat. How it sung louder than any possible thunderclap known to man. It rested in a peaceful manner, causing himself to flutter another light peck ~
If only Daray had known, that vexed as she could have been, Kahlan wouldn’t have found it within herself the deny him if he was to reach for her. But of course, he did not know that and, to an extent, neither did she.+
Once the barrier to the bustling halls had been shut completely, Daray dared dive his attention towards hers. His hands folded perfectly in front of him as if he were awaiting attack orders on a traitorous ship in a nearby harbor.
For the small scanning second, he ~
-I am as I always am. Now, please, speak your words before anyone notices our absence and this mess becomes a whole storm I wish not to navigate.- she sighs, far more tired that morning than usual, which was expected after an almost sleepless night, +
have not been born in that moment, but had existed within the walls of her head for a long time.
-Your host found the kindest of all beings to lead him away from the Land of de Living.
The heiress follows him quietly, more focused on memorising how his skin feels against hers, how his touch moves and most of all, his words, allowing the scenery to fall into a secondary plane of importance without that stopping it from working as a setting to the tale the +
Hoisting her hand forwards to transfer her hold into the other hand, Daray's eyes peered out over the ruin's dilapidated edge. The view causing him to brandish a wide smile of warmth. Out on the eerie hillside were untouched greenery that spoke of history's tales through the ~
where I can set myself to rest with one last sliver of freedom, for that’s the one thing she won’t take from me.
And despite how somber it might sound, there’s no wrath, no sadness dripping from her words, but a calmness that can only highlight the fact that such declarations+