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Eventually, when the conversation naturally ebbed to a close, Viago stood and casually stepped over to the younger de Riva. “Stand up. I want to show you something.” Maya did as bidden with a lazy smile. As soon as she stood, a few inches shorter than her counterpart, she swayed on the spot with her wine glass still in hand. She hadn’t realised how inebriated she’d become until now, as her eyes struggled to focus on his. Delicately, he took the flute from her hand and placed it on a nearby coffee table. Next, from a pouch at his side, he produced a small jewellery box, all black in colour, and opened it for her to see. “This is… a commemoration. Of all you’ve done so far.” It was a small silver locket - ‘platinum’ he would later correct her - with a ceramic inlay depicting a bird clutching a bottle in its talons. A crow, she noted. Maya grinned, head swimming with affection. Other than a few weapons, Viago had never gifted her anything, and this was something pretty. “You are well on your way to becoming an Antivan Crow.” His voice was abnormally warm. He seemed genuinely proud as he took the fragile chain and carefully fastened it about her neck. She ignored the way his breath stuttered ever so faintly when his fingertips ghosted her skin.

(im sorry im the one you love if u wanna read the first 3 chapters)