Oh, but you will.

“It’s Ms. Glasc if you’d like to keep in my graces. Anything else? I see it as disrespect—and I have no tolerance for that.” Renata shoots a pointed glance over in the other woman’s direction. Oh, it wasn’t just a threat. It was a promise, and she never broke those.

The silver tips of hair began to idly wrap around her hands, as if caressing them as she toyed with his hair.

that plum tho

          Pantheon’s opinion on peace is that it is a naive pleasure that must be nice to dwell in on occasion. His duty as the aspect of war of course shields him from this brand of complacency or, depending upon your viewpoint, blinds him with pessimism and pragmatism.

          Aside from Mount Targon itself, Pantheon has enjoyed his time in the Ironspike Mountains and the Great Barrier on occasion. He also found the island country of Ionia to be quite serene and calming, but eventually grew a tad bitter about the location, citing both the uneventful nature and the, in his view, overly material culture.

The archer’s head slowly turned to the woman, gazing at her blankly, apparently processing what had just occurred. When the reality of it dawned on him, he blushed faintly, bringing a hand to his cheek.

“D-Diana?”

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