i'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell
Perhaps this was the beginnings of him righting his wrongs. Not that he was wrong, exactly, but certainly his promise had been ill-thought out. But now he was returning home with a fresh face and attitude in spades. Straia would probably love her. She would be a good fit, in time, though right now she had a lot to learn. No matter, he was able to teach her if she was able to learn. Hopefully she’d keep a tight hold on that silver tongue of hers, because he made no promises that now he wouldn’t snap back.
She came quicker than he had expected. He expected, per usual for a woman, that she’d dawdle here and there, sniffing flowers and other such bullshit along the way. But she had arrived promptly, if not quietly. The black warrior had barely made it home himself when he heard her call, and a small grin pulled the corners of his mouth. With a reckless toss of his head he made his way to her, picking up a trot for no other reason than the hell of it. Since his own return, he’d felt rejuvenated, no doubt a product of the recent upswing in activity in the Chamber. “Well well, look at who’s made it.” he purred, dangerously handsome in the most reckless of ways. “You found the place alright, I assume? I had small doubts, given your statement about women being constantly thirsty and whatnot.” he teased, grinning in her direction. “All jokes aside, we’re glad to have you. Now the matter of choosing your caste. War or peace. I prefer ass kicking to tongue lashing, but that’s just me.”
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