#talaric

Talasyn: Focus on the goals! Avenge your fallen comrades and free Sardovia! Lord Regent Gaheris: RULE THE WOOOOORLD! Kill the Lightweaver!!! Alaric: i just wanna touch my wife 🥺

“I’m here,” she vowed into his smooth, overheated skin. “I’m not going anywhere.” A sound between a groan and a hitch of breath caught in his throat. The hand on the small of her back rubbed compulsively, tracing the notches of her spine, and his arm tightened around her. His other hand tangled in her hair. “I couldn’t kill that rebel.” It was a choked, bewildered rumble in her ear. “One word from you and I let my guard down. I couldn’t kill you, either, all those times before … What am I, if I’m not a weapon? What have you done to me?” It shouldn’t have mattered what he was saying, trapped as his consciousness was in valerian dregs. But there was a kernel of truth in his bleak questions. This time the voice that crept into Talasyn’s head was not Urduja’s, although it was definitely telling her what Urduja would have taken away from the situation. He cares what you think. It was Talasyn’s own inner voice, from some dark part of her. You can use this. -A Monsoon Rising by Thea Guanzon

Talasyn: The magical source showed me my friend's dead husband, then Alaric, so it's reminding me why do I have to defeat him. me: Or... it's trying to tell you life's too short, so you should fuck your hot husband, before his inevitable demise.