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“Kar..” She mumbled some small, incoherent string of dragonic curses.
The words caught in the wind, the mother tongue laced in wild, fervent prose; something Seraphina had lacked from the day of her birth.
Karlach sat hunched, looking that them like, oh hells, what have I done? Because she didn’t know, and it was all Seraphina’s fault, but she loved her, and-
“Karlach I’m not, I, I’m sorry.”
It took her worry stone to become slick with tears to realize she that was crying, caught up in the limbs of a some massive sorrowsworn.
Karlach put one warm, solid hand on Seraph’s shoulder.
Her tether in the aether.
“Why are you sorry?” Perhaps it was too innocent, too unknowing. Seraphina felt even worse. Wracked by the guilt of her own existence.
“I’m, god, in dragonic it’s so much easier. There’s a word, a word for everything.”
A simple stir, she could say it, even if it cost her everything. She had to.
“I’m not female. I lied.”
Seraphina sobbed, but the hand didn’t leave her shoulder. It was stead-fast, determined, it wouldn’t leave her.
Karlach wouldn’t leave her.
“I don’t care,”
Seraphina couldn’t believe it god, god she must lying to herself, because a good woman like Karlach could never love a woman like -
“I still love you.”
And for a brief moment,
The wind stopped blowing through the camp, the owls went quiet with pensive, quiet looks, the mice that scurried about stopped and stood on their small hind legs,
Because the whole world stopped when Karlach said I love you.