She could almost believe it, when it came from him. Neria wanted very desperately to believe that was true.
Kell's fingers were tangled in her hair, stroking, and he bent towards her. She leaned up in turn, bringing her hand to the back of his head. With care, she tipped her head up to press to his. Neria remained there, feeling the knots between them, the strands of their lives twisted up in each other. And spinning out was their shared duty as godlings, as protectors of worlds, the shields for loved ones and the futures of countless people they called their own.
No matter what they did, it would be messy.
Neria echoed him. We will see this through. One way or another, that was something she could promise.
She lifted her hands to cup his face, to cradle it gently in her grasp. It took no effort at all to look into his eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered. For bringing him more pain than promise; for making things complicated again. The last thing she ever wanted to do was cause him pain.
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Kell's fingers were tangled in her hair, stroking, and he bent towards her. She leaned up in turn, bringing her hand to the back of his head. With care, she tipped her head up to press to his. Neria remained there, feeling the knots between them, the strands of their lives twisted up in each other. And spinning out was their shared duty as godlings, as protectors of worlds, the shields for loved ones and the futures of countless people they called their own.
No matter what they did, it would be messy.
Neria echoed him. We will see this through. One way or another, that was something she could promise.
She lifted her hands to cup his face, to cradle it gently in her grasp. It took no effort at all to look into his eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered. For bringing him more pain than promise; for making things complicated again. The last thing she ever wanted to do was cause him pain.