*killsteals*

          ‘  you  did  well  in  your  last  fight  ’   does  sona  yearn  to  express.   a  softness  to  her  features   /   gentle  hands  which  place  themselves  upon  his  arms.   she  takes  note  of  sett’s  bruises,   spots  turned  a  nasty  shade  of  purple  that  secondhand  hurt  to  look  at  for  too  long.   fingers  glide  along  the  marks...   she  reaches  for  her  etwahl,   hovering  lightly  in  consideration.   is  it  so  painful  that  she’d  need  to  use  her  magic?   sona’s  gaze  meets  sett’s  own,   waiting  for  his  answer. 

you've been told that the way you love can never last, and that heartbreak is inevitable. but you don't want to love carefully. you want to love with reckless abandon. you want to love with everything you have, and you want to be loved the same way. you don't want them to worry about tomorrow. make today worth living for.