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23.03.2024, 12:26
(Dieser Beitrag wurde zuletzt bearbeitet: 23.03.2024, 12:27 von Karlach Cliffgate.)
Your hand stays in the air, between the two of you, and you only need to take a step forward and could reach for her - but you don't. You can't. Everything inside of you is trying so hard to resist and each day that passes, it gets harder and harder.
Each day it gets more and more difficult not to reach out for her, to touch her.
But you are still running hot, even for someone like her. You can't. You shouldn't. You wouldn't. (You want to.)
Right. Just a cut.
A cut you would like to examine because after your years in Avernus, you have learned a thing or two about cuts and bruises and alike - you know how to patch yourself up and you are certain that you'd know how to patch someone else up, too.
You should still get that looked at.
Let me have a look at it, you want to tell her, suggesting yourself instead of anyone else.
Each day it gets more and more difficult not to reach out for her, to touch her.
But you are still running hot, even for someone like her. You can't. You shouldn't. You wouldn't. (You want to.)
Karlach
A cut you would like to examine because after your years in Avernus, you have learned a thing or two about cuts and bruises and alike - you know how to patch yourself up and you are certain that you'd know how to patch someone else up, too.
Karlach
Let me have a look at it, you want to tell her, suggesting yourself instead of anyone else.
