Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-27550231-20190105084141

"As you wish."

With his free hand Jorge reached for Imperia's glass and liberated it from her grasp. Then with gentle force he guided her off hand to the side of his face while the other continued to massage under the table. The knight hung over Imperia bringing her in close to him. His breathing was slow and rhythmic. His heart beat slow and steadily and his hands followed their lead.

If Imperia looked up to him she would see his eyes closed in thought.

The sensations brought back memories of past events both pleasant and tragic. His capture at the hands of a Lamia den. The first time he held baby Ne'zon. The thick fighting in his first crusade. The first time R'hun stayed by his side when he was bedridden.

The hands of the Vampire Matriarch as she clawed at his face as he squeezed the life out of her...

The strange flower that he picked in a different world just a few days ago...

A tear began to form in the corner of his eye as the bitter and sweet thoughts poured into his being slowly breaking him down. Bit by minuscule bit.