[ Noses bumping gently, Clive follows Jill's example, weeping with unfettered joy, unashamed of his tears. Their war is over, the fighting is done, and he can finally be the man she deserves to have by her side, who can devote himself to loving her instead of living day-by-day in the shadow of death. It's what she deserves. Perhaps, it's even what they've earned.
He sits the pair of them back down on his cape, holding her securely in his warm embrace until their tears are utterly exhausted. It's only then that he reaches for his throat, feeling for something and looking distinctly relieved when he finds it's still there. Ducking his head slightly, he pulls a long silver chain out from under his breastplate. At the end of that chain, dangles a silver moonstone ring, the stone flashing blue and peach and yellow in the light of the moon. It almost looks enchanted, wreathed in leaves of glittering white.
He'd wanted to give it to her ages ago, had it made just for her by a silversmith in Dalimil before he took her to see the field of flowers in Oriflamme. She didn't want to stay in the Twins, though, and who could blame her? There was nothing but death and regret here, and she deserved better. She deserved to go somewhere she could be free of the past, though he was uncertain then if he could follow given the tasks he had yet to accomplish.
He offers it to her now. His ring. His heart. His life. ]
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He sits the pair of them back down on his cape, holding her securely in his warm embrace until their tears are utterly exhausted. It's only then that he reaches for his throat, feeling for something and looking distinctly relieved when he finds it's still there. Ducking his head slightly, he pulls a long silver chain out from under his breastplate. At the end of that chain, dangles a silver moonstone ring, the stone flashing blue and peach and yellow in the light of the moon. It almost looks enchanted, wreathed in leaves of glittering white.
He'd wanted to give it to her ages ago, had it made just for her by a silversmith in Dalimil before he took her to see the field of flowers in Oriflamme. She didn't want to stay in the Twins, though, and who could blame her? There was nothing but death and regret here, and she deserved better. She deserved to go somewhere she could be free of the past, though he was uncertain then if he could follow given the tasks he had yet to accomplish.
He offers it to her now. His ring. His heart. His life. ]
This is for you. May I?