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His eyes followed her movements, from the delicate whisper touch of fingertips gliding along a slender throat to the spread of her lips and the hint of white teeth. When she shook her head and shrugged, Clem nodded in silent understanding. He was not sure how one could forget, how she could...

If Clem had more foresight, he might have thought about how to keep the pie warm, as everyone knew that it tasted better when hot or, at the very least, warm. Yet, he had no idea that it had gone cold by Violette's beaming face. He forgot about trying his dish. Instead, he daydreamed of learning...

When she turned towards him with tears in her eyes, Clem thought that he had made a mistake. Was she afraid of heights? Was she allergic to the garlic that was flowering in a pot beside them, or maybe the general pollen from the trees around them? He had held up his hands, ready to apologize and...

Holding another's hand gently brought a warmth that was subtle when he thought of it as just a touch. His mind brought forth images and old sayings. Blackberry season as a boy, the wonder of staring up at the clouds and making shapes, the way a dog's wet nose felt against his face. It was the...

He kept his head forward, a giddy stride that was soon straightened from the confidence of her tender touch. Leading Violette through the bustling streets of a city he often patrolled had the young guard facing a mixture of emotions, some boyish and some more wizened. The curve in Clem's lips...

The soft press of her lips against his cheek had Clem stiffen as if she had delivered a slap instead. It was far more powerful than any punch he had taken that caused his body to betray him faster than getting the wind knocked out from his chest. Somehow she had gotten him deep in his chest, his...

It was easy to distract Hana in putting together a bouquet of flowers. Clemente appreciated the distraction himself when it came to offering his opinion on the floral arrangement. Sometimes Hana would shush him, other times she would agree. Regardless, the red-faced guard was quick and sly in...

Hana was rather surprised to see how quickly Violette went through her drink. Immediately she gave a disapproving look to Clemente. “The poor girl’s thirsty, Clem.” She scolded lightly. “You need to take a lady’s needs into consideration. You can’t just have her walking all around Vel Anir...

It was a moment that would have gone unnoticed by Clemente if it weren’t for her eyes that were as expressive as the highest form of language. He had been more worried about her being upset for him making up a name, with some minor worry over her thinking him to be dumb to not realize that she...

Clem looked between the two women in the room, a blissfully dumb look on his face: a smile too wide, eyes too much alight with jovial goodness, cheeks starting to grow sore from being raised up so high. It was then that he realized the gesture the girl made. “You can’t talk?” He exclaimed...

She had the healing touch. Or maybe he was just giddy that she had placed her hand to soothe his very mild injury. He couldn’t help but to compare it to how it had been a struggle to put that salve on her bruised, swollen wrist. Now look at her, touching him back where he had been hurt as if it...

A smile soon turned into a frown. Clemente supposed that was the way of life. Sometimes the young died before the old. He would’ve given the dwarf a few words of sympathy, once he had time to think how to properly string some together. That was always the issue with grief from another, saying...

Imagine that, living for two-hundred years! Or rather, longer than two-hundred! Clemente couldn’t imagine what it was like to live that long. He thought it must get rather lonely, but maybe that was because he was still thinking like a human with a much shorter lifespan. He missed over Grimm’s...

His shoulders slumped. Trust people that you didn’t know was never a good idea, even nowadays people couldn’t really trust the people that they knew. Arethil wasn’t a good place, sure some places had some goodness in them but others could come along and ruin. Wasn’t that why Vel Anir had built...

Clemente smiled as he saw her eyes drank in the sight. Hannah loved her flowers, and the outside held different seasonal blooms. “Pretty, aren’t they? These are bush morning glories. You can find them towards the West.” Clem said, and then pointed out another flower as he knelt down by the...