One week ago...
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"Gotta go, darlin'."
"I...I know, love."
Thrysta stood, watching Wilek adjust the lay of his weapons.
Her chest tightened as he looked up, a smirk playing across his features.
"You will come back to me," Thrysta whispered, a statement, not a question.
Wilek moved towards the diminutive priestess, enfolding her in his wiry arms.
"Darlin', if I don't, it's only 'cause I got put in the ground," he murmured in her ear.
Thrysta tightened her own embrace on the rogue, her ruined lips finding his briefly before
moving them to his ear.
"Only I get to do that," she whispered.
Wilek chuckled, holding her tight.
"Ain't that a fact, darlin'..."
After a long moment, they parted without words.
She watched him walk until he was out of sight.
And then she wept.
(To Be Continued)