Warmth that stills him. Warmth that calms, relaxing tirelessly tensed muscles as he settles down fully once more, drawing her still closer by narrow degrees. Not a demand, not an expectation.
Simply desire.
That lone constant, even when he fought to deny it.
“When you knew him he was but a child.” Noah puffs in tepid amusement, only able to recognize Tsenka’s name and little else; he is no social thing. “I imagine there is much you both fail to know of one another now.”
And how strange to think there may someday come a time when all of it is laid bare between them.
“There are some that would argue the merit of having your search penned for local papers.”That particular some, for the record, is not Noah.
Noah, who busies himself by drawing scarred fingers through tangled hair in listless, sloping patterns.
“But your instincts do not mislead you: with each passing day the scope of the world narrows more and more under the weight of pressing war— and many roads lead to Kirkwall.”
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Simply desire.
That lone constant, even when he fought to deny it.
“When you knew him he was but a child.” Noah puffs in tepid amusement, only able to recognize Tsenka’s name and little else; he is no social thing. “I imagine there is much you both fail to know of one another now.”
And how strange to think there may someday come a time when all of it is laid bare between them.
“Will you search for him together?”
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Noah, who busies himself by drawing scarred fingers through tangled hair in listless, sloping patterns.
“But your instincts do not mislead you: with each passing day the scope of the world narrows more and more under the weight of pressing war— and many roads lead to Kirkwall.”