hope when you take that jump / you don't fear the fall

Nairn grinned, as she pecked him on the mouth. It wasn't often that he was frank about the fact he, more or less, owned many people as the current leadership of the Coterie. He didn't linger often on the fact he could release those souls when and if he wished. It was a mutually beneficial agreement, that kept the Coterie safe, kept his family safe, and to a degree, Kirkwall.

She was tapping the sequences against his side, and he grinned, leaning to brush his lips against her ear. In shadowed depths, my heart you mend. Forever yours, until life's end. A cruel joke, given that they'd been warned his artificial heart could simply stop working — even crueler still, given the fact he'd not been honest about what powered the damned thing.

But a sweet sentiment, nonetheless.

Mmm, you wanna lay down or sit up? He inquired, tipping his head. 'cross the table, if you wanna lay. On this stool if you wanna sit. And she could always opt to move to and fro each position.

@Megara Neirdre