red sky at morning BY Carasson

Chip smirked at the reaction to the kiss, unwares of anything off. Secrets later, then. He promised, returning the squeeze to the other's hands. It wasn't until he spoke about the dagger, holding it in one hand, that Chip hummed thoughtfully.

The elf knew his healing attributes would cause the cut to close quickly. And he was inexperienced. You should do it, so I can watch. He stated, thinking about the knife against his flesh. About the man that held the knife.

His thoughts trailed down a naughtier path, and he briefly lost his focus.