What would you have me say? that before I died I got to enjoy the thoroughly delightful experience of killing the last woman I cared for a second time? That was fun.
[It was soft and tired and bitter but drunk and weary and he hadn't told Eugene yet, has he? He should have and he's sorry and he should have started differently but the story's spilling out anyway, all in weary mixtures of common and Antivan that the wings translate well enough. The only difference is everything sounds so much more sad in Antivan.]
Rinna. Her name was Rinna. It was...months before I ever arrived in the village, almost a year ago in my own world. I loved her.
[Drunk as he was, he could say that. Say that and blink through some tears that leaked out all the same. Too little too late.]
She was...she was brilliant and beautiful and an elf, everything I had ever thought I might want in a woman and so much more than I had ever hoped to expect. We were Crows together. Assassins. We worked together, ate together, bathed and slept and made love and loved one another despite it being a risk. Either one of us could have beeen a liability to the other but we didn't care. We were young and thought ourselves immortal. Invincible. The best the Crows had ever created and of course we were well matched.
You should have seen her, Eugene. She had eyes that were more green than emeralds. Hair that was as red as blood and so thick you could strangle a nobleman with her braid. And we did. Multiple times. Skin so fair and so creamy and so very soft- she's the one that taught me how to make my own ointment. How to keep my own skin from scarring.
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[It was soft and tired and bitter but drunk and weary and he hadn't told Eugene yet, has he? He should have and he's sorry and he should have started differently but the story's spilling out anyway, all in weary mixtures of common and Antivan that the wings translate well enough. The only difference is everything sounds so much more sad in Antivan.]
Rinna. Her name was Rinna. It was...months before I ever arrived in the village, almost a year ago in my own world. I loved her.
[Drunk as he was, he could say that. Say that and blink through some tears that leaked out all the same. Too little too late.]
She was...she was brilliant and beautiful and an elf, everything I had ever thought I might want in a woman and so much more than I had ever hoped to expect. We were Crows together. Assassins. We worked together, ate together, bathed and slept and made love and loved one another despite it being a risk. Either one of us could have beeen a liability to the other but we didn't care. We were young and thought ourselves immortal. Invincible. The best the Crows had ever created and of course we were well matched.
You should have seen her, Eugene. She had eyes that were more green than emeralds. Hair that was as red as blood and so thick you could strangle a nobleman with her braid. And we did. Multiple times. Skin so fair and so creamy and so very soft- she's the one that taught me how to make my own ointment. How to keep my own skin from scarring.