#1st!verse

Remiel tried to smile, something genuine, but he was sure the look was plastered falsely all over his face. As a healer, he knew, he could feel it, his life force slowly slipping away. 

It had been his own stupid fault, too busy paying attention to his allies and not on the rogue who decided a poisoned shiv in his side was going to be the thing that claimed him.

His veins burned, mouth running dry and he reached up, hand searching for Shanarra's cheek and he found it, fingers gently trailing her cheekbone, smearing what blood there was on her face.

His brows furrowed when he realized his touch was wet and he tried to wipe it with his sleeve, the effort alone caused his limbs to feel like lead, his hand thudded to the floor.

"If you will not be my princess.." Remiel began before dropping to a knee, taking Shanarra's hand in his own.

The light around Remiel shimmered, darkening and the priest whirled around, his hand flying out in front of him, the darkness shooting from his hand and consuming the light in front of him.

Send me "that’s dirty" and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours

Leave a 〄 in my askbox and I’ll tell you the first three words that come to my character’s mind at the thought of yours

Shan

"Love, Concern, Hesitance"

Caerleon

"Friendship, Trust, Warmth"

Aedan

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

" I would do anything for her." Remiel said softly. "Anything and everything.. I would go to the ends of the Earth for her." He paused, pursing his lips to the side as he ran a hand through his hair, an unreadable expression on his face.

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

"Shaaaan?" Remiel slurred, craning his neck around, almost forgetting for a moment that he couldn't see as he searched for her.

As the words left Shanarra’s lips Remiel tilted his head to the side, brows furrowing and lines creasing his forehead. There was no hesitance in his steps as he crossed the gap between them, hands finding her shoulders as his staff fell from his grip.

"Shanarra." He spoke firmly, grip tightening ever so slightly. "I could never hate you. Never." His words trailed off for a few moments, his look deepening with concern and something else entirely.