[She leans in to steal his breath. And he, ever the constant and pink in the face, sits in place with a thoughtful mien once she draws back.
Sooner than later, it'll hurt. If all ends well and he goes to meet her, there will eventually come a day when she won't be there to receive him, just as he knows his future another six hundred years from now. Already, his immortality has done away with the injuries he sustained on their last trip to the North, tricking the naked eye into believing that he's impervious to change. Such is the transient nature of a mortal against the permanence of an immortal.
(But there's much and more that the once mortal heart desires.)
Then he, too, will take advantage. Ichiro's kindness has blessed them with twenty more precious years when even ten years by themselves would've been plenty. At the end of the day, the worlds aren't so unkind.]
. . . Mm.
[Finally, Sieghart nods before pulling away. Parting is such sweet sorrow, yet it instills within him a renewed sense of urgency to do what he must. Thus he takes Soluna by the grip and stands, holding Lucretia's gaze fondly the while.
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Sooner than later, it'll hurt. If all ends well and he goes to meet her, there will eventually come a day when she won't be there to receive him, just as he knows his future another six hundred years from now. Already, his immortality has done away with the injuries he sustained on their last trip to the North, tricking the naked eye into believing that he's impervious to change. Such is the transient nature of a mortal against the permanence of an immortal.
(But there's much and more that the once mortal heart desires.)
Then he, too, will take advantage. Ichiro's kindness has blessed them with twenty more precious years when even ten years by themselves would've been plenty. At the end of the day, the worlds aren't so unkind.]
. . . Mm.
[Finally, Sieghart nods before pulling away. Parting is such sweet sorrow, yet it instills within him a renewed sense of urgency to do what he must. Thus he takes Soluna by the grip and stands, holding Lucretia's gaze fondly the while.
Perhaps, this time, he will return as promised.]
Take care.