Nightmares Take Us All

At the end of the day, or even in the morning, she could trust in Marcel to help put her head back on properly. He was right, since she had parted way with her sister almost a decade ago now, she had been trying to do better and be better. She was still failing. All the time. Killing someone who got in their way was just too easy. And the Chantry had made her a ruthless killer after all. Without killing, she didn't know exactly who she was. She was a mage-hunter. And she had been an excellent mage-hunter.

But his fingers on her face, pushing hair aside drug her back out of those thoughts, those memories. Bless him, he was so adorably innocent in some ways, and in others, he was much more aware than she was. Head over heels, you say, might be a long while Marcel, you sure you want to wait on that? She knew he would. No matter what she told him. He hadn't left her yet, so he was in it for the long haul, but that didn't meant she was going to stop looking for excuses for him to..

To go find someone better.

It's okay to say both. We know I'm pretty fucked up, and it was both. She took a deep breath and then nodded, willing celibacy it was then. Because, she wouldn't go and seek out human comfort from anyone else. Not.. not because she couldn't, but because if Marcel was going to wait for her to get her shit together, she was going to make sure that he got Her. Dork. No one else would have stopped me, why do you have to be so roguishly pure?

It was in humor, of course. She knew better, she knew she couldn't trust herself to not.. be influencing him unknowingly. Right, now, you are here of your own free will, yes, you're not feeling like I accidentally slipped up and might have altered your feelings, right? She held his eyes now, now, that she knew she needed to see the free will there, not a struggle between emotions, a struggle to reconcile memories happening correctly. She would always be afraid of it with him.

@Marcellus Fontana