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He hummed as she came and sat close to him, and he took one hand of his mug to wrap his arm around her as she she leaned into him. He smiled, glancing down at her, the worry in his eyes having now been long whisked away. "Only that I am becoming far too comfortable here." He joked of course...

"The journey has been long, no doubt all of us could do from a reprieve... I believe we may find it here, for a time," Tinúviel mused as he cast an observing eye over the encampment as she had. While Yvaine had gone to seek the council of Tinúviel, Faulkin's own council had been sought by...

Faulkin nodded, and returned her smile with one of his own, admiring her as she took her leave of him. He was planted in place while he watched her go, shaking himself back into the present only once she'd moved out of sight. He turned to make his way toward the camp's centre, and was abruptly...

He hadn't the time to respond before she placed her lips upon his, but he knew he need not speak it with his voice. He said it with his arm around her waist, with his hand softly running down her arm, and with the weight in his eyes as they finally drew apart. And he knew that he would yearn for...

Not a single moment's passing meant a thing. But each and every moment, meant everything. This was his love for her. Her skin against his, her breath and her lips, she drew from him those things meant only for her. The gentle trailing of his fingertips against her slick skin, his smile...

He gave a soft laugh, saying, "well of course it is. But..." as her hand pulled at his collar, his own hand traveled slyly around her waist to the small of her back, reached up beneath her blouse to place calloused fingers against her skin, "...I'm a little selfish too." He didn't believe that...

"We will find peace, Yvaine," he replied, his eyes softening as he looked into her as she looked up to him and lifted herself onto her toes. He had more to say, but her lips pressing against his was more than enough to silence him. He pulled her against him just so as they met. His free hand...

And though she'd been given a start, in the face of her fright she was greeted by only the kind smile of he who held her most dear. Faulkin's approach was not exactly one he tried to mask, but he'd not considered how distracted she might have been from the distant voices that seemed to at any...

Tinúviel drew closer to Yvaine with her beckoning, and joined her and Faulkin as they stepped away from the Portal Stone. With his hood drawn up it was difficult to see his face in full, but he wore a familiar smile and the gentle voice that was his greeted her kindly. "It is good to see you...

And after Olwynn said the words she needed and placed her hand upon the stone, and in an instant in the sight of all those of Faulkin's company, Yvaine, Olwynn, Tinúviel, Tor, Alwin and the captain himself all blinked out of sight without so much as a sound. After what seemed to him like...

There were more than a few moments that passed after Faulkin departed. Olwynn's eyes met with Yvaine's, and it was clear that both of them had become impatient, or at least Yvaine's anxiousness would say as much. For Olwynn it was irritation. And she was also curious what had taken the captain...

It was a shame they couldn't be afforded more time to travel by conventional means. There were just so many resources being left behind even though they brought everything they could reasonably carry. None of them knew anything of Shekketh. They didn't even know if there were any populations...

Just her gentle touch and soft voice were enough to rouse him, shown first by the smile that slowly crept over his features before his eyes dared to open. He did let out a satisfied huff and a grumbling hum as he stretched and wrapped his arm around Yvaine as she rested there with him as they...

Over the course of their journey, Faulkin had certainly taken notice on the toil weighing against Yvaine's soul. She'd seemingly grown more weary, though she hid it so admirably it was likely only he could tell. He knew she even denied it herself, but in the quiet of the night with little else...

Faulkin turned to Yvaine, not exactly sure that he agreed with her. He had not yet seen this "portal stone," though he had to admit, there was something odd about where they found themselves now. Noticing where her attention had turned, Faulkin's eyes followed and he too looked to Olwynn to see...