"......"

He smirks slightly.

"I am unsure if it is...'unhinged', but I have certainly thought about having her pinned beneath me, mewling my name as I filled her with my seed."

"Very well.." When she's not looking, he smiles softly and leans down to press a brief kiss to the top of her head.

himself as he rushes to that accursed place.

"Hells, no it is /not/, Aria!" He feels panic flooding him, unsure of how to fix this. Stepping closer to her, he curses quietly and picks her up into a bridal carry, holding her close to himself.

"Shit...I am taking you to the chirurgeons." He leaves no room for argument, keeping her close to +

He pauses in his steps and looks down to her, quiet for a moment. Then, he moves to her side and sits down next to her, reaching a hand down to pet her hair.

"Sleep."

(( HE LIVES!!! ))

(( it's a miracle, i know ))

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{He steps up to her on silent feet and carefully drapes his cloak over her. He doesn't say a word.}

his eyes to widen when he sees the blood on her hand. Hands quickly moving to hold her shoulders, he ducks his head down to get a better look at her face. "By the fury, what happened to you..?! What did you ingest?!"

A pointed ear twitches when Foulques hears his partner begin to cough in the other room, a scowl tugging his lips downwards. Setting down the novel he'd all but been forced to read, he steps into the room he heard the sound from, startling when Aria stumbles into him.

"Area," he starts, only for +

His hand twitches and he gently squeezes hers back, nodding slightly. "I know. Simply...thinking about how I got here."

An ear twitches at the sound of her voice and he tilts his head slightly to look at her from the corner of his eyes. "Thinking. You needn't worry yourself with it."

(( anyways doing the lancer questline on my alt has awakened my foulques muse ))

(( I AM GOING TO EXPLODE. DESPITE EVERYTHING GRIDANIA DID TO HIM, HE STILL CARES ABOUT IT, I HATE IT HERE
ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE IS A /LIAR/ ))

from the alcohol, so the words must be as well. That's the only thing that makes sense.

"I'm sure we will," he still hums, faintly glowing eyes glued to her face as he takes a slow drink from his own mug.