It is a fresh thing between them and—oh, what a relief it is. It feels like a fresh start, washed clean in his very presence, washed clean by the waters of this new life. There are no scars between them now. There are no poisoned words or ancient hurts or flinching at the feel of his lips against her. She is new with him and there is nothing but joy reflected back in the glittering depths of her hazel eyes as she takes him in.
“Home. Let’s make it home,” she says quietly into him, feeling her heart leap into her throat. “Be its,” she pauses to correct herself, “by my Champion.” It is the greatest show of trust she can show him. That she can show everything within her home—all of Beqanna—to place the honor on his shoulders. She knows that they once stood on opposing sides of a war but she holds nothing from him now.
“I trust whatever you need to do, Vulgaris.”
She would support him in his quest to find a way to protect them, just as she would support him if he had nothing but his wits and his God-given gifts. She’s never thought that his strength came from the sharp edge of his teeth or the scales that adorned his body. Just as she has never shied from the danger of it.
“We will have it,” she assures him and she pulls on her gift to let the rest of the party melt away. For a second, the area around them goes hazy and then grow dim. She smiles up at him and lets her illusions melt away to leave her as herself. Within a breath of time, she finds the mahogany and crimson of her natural form, ivory flowers blooming in her mane and draping down her dappled neck. “We will have everything that we have always wanted,” a quiet promise between them. “Everything.”
it's only you and me there until the darkness calls
let's face the dawn together; we'll brave whatever comes
@[vulgaris]
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