#*unfinished

Tagged by @roguelioness for wip Wednesday I believe. Thank you! Um this is the prologue to a story I have no business working on but it is what it is.

He had come here for his mark. Lying dormant, a faded green scar occasionally flickering in the palm of the dwarf’s—her hand. She wasn’t supposed to be here. Not awake. Not exposed to the conditions of this world. Yet, it had to be her. Lyrium blue hair, still styled in an ornate braided crown on her head. The snug ancient armor clearly crafted from the deep. If he had to take a guess, her tunic would be embroidered with intricate runes of protection, amongst others.

This caused a rift in his plans. If she woke up and saw him, his identity would be exposed. Or she would kill him on sight. He needed to flee. But if he fled, it would cost him the chance of getting his orb back and righting all his wrongs.

What was worse is that his heart grew tight as his mind flooded with memories of her lips. Lips that tasted of warmth in winter and spoke beautiful things in his ears. He stood in the wake of his revelation; he still loved her.

And what if—after all these years—she still loved him too?