[She can't believe this. For a man who clearly having spent his share of battles, wearing wings of light that look as if it could destroy the enemy with an application of will, he wants only, just only, to carry her around.
And while he is speaking well, it's more or less the usual for him. Her face is incredulous, close to the point of sputtering. If she hadn't been so put off by his display, she would have smacked him.
As it was, at the chaste kiss on her hair, her cheeks became violently red. Caren was torn. Utterly torn. She wanted to visit violence on his person; she wanted to walk away. She wanted to rage because she was no ones precious thing. She was, and would always be, her own.
But with an exhaled breath through her nose, she knew he wouldn't stop until he achieved what he wanted.]
Fine. But don't think this is a free pass to carry me everywhere.
[It's practice, and nothing more. This does not mean picking her up in their shared rooms, or any sort of...weird display of affection.]
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[She can't believe this. For a man who clearly having spent his share of battles, wearing wings of light that look as if it could destroy the enemy with an application of will, he wants only, just only, to carry her around.
And while he is speaking well, it's more or less the usual for him. Her face is incredulous, close to the point of sputtering. If she hadn't been so put off by his display, she would have smacked him.
As it was, at the chaste kiss on her hair, her cheeks became violently red. Caren was torn. Utterly torn. She wanted to visit violence on his person; she wanted to walk away. She wanted to rage because she was no ones precious thing. She was, and would always be, her own.
But with an exhaled breath through her nose, she knew he wouldn't stop until he achieved what he wanted.]
Fine. But don't think this is a free pass to carry me everywhere.
[It's practice, and nothing more. This does not mean picking her up in their shared rooms, or any sort of...weird display of affection.]