Lioriley was not a particularly religious woman, Chantry shoved down her throat or no, but she respected those that were, and the sentiment he offered was a nice one. One she might even be inclined to believe, if only for how sincere he sounded. It made her smile, tears falling down her cheeks despite every effort to contain them.
Mages and templars should not be together. But he was no longer a templar — she no longer his charge. A man and a woman who longed for one another for years, reunited by such low and strange odds. Lioriley stood, pressed a hand to his cheek, and leaned in to kiss him tenderly on the forehead. "I am inclined to believe that, too." She murmured. "Let us finish our meal, hm?"
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Date: 2024-07-21 12:23 am (UTC)Mages and templars should not be together. But he was no longer a templar — she no longer his charge. A man and a woman who longed for one another for years, reunited by such low and strange odds. Lioriley stood, pressed a hand to his cheek, and leaned in to kiss him tenderly on the forehead. "I am inclined to believe that, too." She murmured. "Let us finish our meal, hm?"