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"Listen, Gadriel... Have you ever done a "knight's kiss"? " - At first, the man did not understand where the sound was coming from, until he lowered his head. Three centuries of living almost alone, not counting, of course, his brothers, had taught him not to think that in the huge fortress, in addition to the rare mimics and ancient automatons guarding the old structure, there was someone else. Someone truly alive, not born of darkness or a curse. What a living creature, whose heartbeat the ancient knight caught with his keen hearing.
An interested pair of golden eyes, almost like the blood in his damned veins, stared at the old elf. Glittering through the slits of his visor, they looked intently right into his soul. Almost like a blue-eyed horse, which made him feel uneasy. Although, could someone who took great pleasure in tearing apart travelers who had wandered into a dead valley feel uneasy?
"What do you mean?" - Gadriel was taciturn. He could remain silent for weeks, which could make even his own voice seem foreign and unnatural. Motionless as a statue, covered in ash and soot, the knight reluctantly ran his fingers over the strong shaft of his spear, clicking his numb fingers and the leather of his gloves.
"Well, helmets." - Reginald spoke again, this time pointing specifically at his raised visor, from under which a white, cheerful smile glistened. Reginald was not embarrassed by anything in the conversation with Gadriel. Not even the fact that he was offering him an alternative to a regular kiss. It seemed to him that it would be unfair to the undead to try to kiss him with real lips, without the opportunity to feel at least something. That is why the "knight's kiss" seemed a more or less digestible option for both of them. Besides, the golden-eyed former member of the Inquisition did not like to raise his visor above his nose without a reason. It was something like his little personal boundaries. It was not worth showing anyone the eyes that ardent fanatics called "devilish"; the Inquisition more than once tried to burn him for this, moreover, they are still trying to do it. - I would even say "clank". Click.
The smile on his bright face grew wider. The knight was even somewhat proud of his idea; he and Gadriel had never kissed, as much as Reginald would have liked. So he was looking for an alternative.
The ancient knight thought for a moment. Part of it seemed terribly absurd and incomprehensible to him. Even a little stupid, but seeing how happy the young man in front of him looked, pleased with his own sharp mind, who suggested this idea, Gadriel could not help but respond to this small gesture of affection.
His armor clicks as the tall undead body leans in for a "kiss." The difference in their sizes is too noticeable. Reginald literally reached just above his waist! However, it didn't matter for their relationship, the only thing was that Gadriel should have been more careful not to break the fragile human body, already covered with multiple scars, in his outbursts of love.
Clank. That was the kiss. The sharp nose of the knight's visor made a loud contact with the curved plate of the damned one's helmet, scraping a little ash off the rough surface.
Even though it wasn't a full-fledged contact, the man felt a small spot of warmth appear in his chest and goosebumps run down his burnt back. It was nice to feel something other than pain, and even slightly lifted the eternally gloomy mood of the former member of the imperial guard.
"You know, I would really like your lips to be here instead of the helmet." - warm living palms gently lay on top of the black visor, as if it was Gadriel's real face, gently stroking and massaging the old armor. The leather of the gloves rustled on the hard surface, almost immediately turning black, but unlike the armor of the dark knight, Reginald could still wipe this dirt off himself, and therefore was not afraid of getting dirty.
"I would also really like to feel your touch to the fullest extent."