The tension rising back within Sebastian did not abate at the confirmation. And it grew harder to resist the urge to grab her hand and drag her over to the Circle mages right then and there. But no. He knew better than anyone making a Hawke - especially Aoife - do anything they didn't want would be quite the impossible task.
Painted imagery of what it was like living with the demon in her head did not help the matter. But he could, perhaps, begin to understand a bit better what it is she struggled with.
Sebastian sighed gently.
Her refuting his claim she could never hurt him stung just a bit. Not because he doubted the truth behind her words, but perhaps more so that he disliked she seemed to overlook his meaning. Or maybe he'd been too veiled about it.
But as Aoife continued to speak, that sting dropped away.
Sebastian had stayed a short distance from her after he'd mostly clothed himself. But where she cut herself off, the way she corrected herself... he couldn't help but cross the distance between them. Something like butterflies churned in his stomach, tried to scrabble up his throat and catch his voice.
Hand outstretched once he reached her, he moved to gently touch her check. To brush away any hair that may have fallen in her face. The frown he'd worn had finally shifted upward into a tentative, nervous smile.
Painted imagery of what it was like living with the demon in her head did not help the matter. But he could, perhaps, begin to understand a bit better what it is she struggled with.
Sebastian sighed gently.
Why did you not tell me? I... there are mages here who could help....A frown tugged at his lips.
You know I never want to see you bear a burden like this alone.He'd always been there as best he could in Kirkwall, now would be no different.
Her refuting his claim she could never hurt him stung just a bit. Not because he doubted the truth behind her words, but perhaps more so that he disliked she seemed to overlook his meaning. Or maybe he'd been too veiled about it.
But as Aoife continued to speak, that sting dropped away.
Sebastian had stayed a short distance from her after he'd mostly clothed himself. But where she cut herself off, the way she corrected herself... he couldn't help but cross the distance between them. Something like butterflies churned in his stomach, tried to scrabble up his throat and catch his voice.
Hand outstretched once he reached her, he moved to gently touch her check. To brush away any hair that may have fallen in her face. The frown he'd worn had finally shifted upward into a tentative, nervous smile.
I... didn't dare hope...His voice was low, barely above a whisper. He leaned just a bit closer, hoping to capture her lips in a kiss.
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