anOTP: Lucivar/Salome

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar is sitting on a stool somewhere in the mansion, holding his war blade and sharpening it carefully - not out of any particular need, but just because the automatic motion is soothing and gives him time to think over everything that's changed in the past few months, both inwardly and outwardly, and some of it is rather disconcerting. 

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[danceinblood]

Salome moves through the halls with the jingle of jewelry, which halts abruptly when she stops to watch him. "Thou'rt a soldier?" she asks, with a curious tilt of the head.

[eyrienprince]

He whips his head around and starts to his feet in surprise, then registers the question and the speaker and tenses. "No," he says, just a little tightly. Lucivar is always uncomfortable around pretty women. "No, just a warrior, when I have to be."

[danceinblood]

"And now?" she asks. Her curiosity is childlike, but something in her demeanor suggests that her understanding is not.