It's warm in the sun, warm in the grass on their cliff, warm under Yseult, but Darras' skin still prickles. He grins up at her. It's only years of experience that keeps him together enough to manage that. Anyone else wouldn't stand a chance, not when he's barely managing.
"I know. I've told you before, haven't I? About how lucky I am."
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Date: 2022-03-09 04:25 am (UTC)"I know. I've told you before, haven't I? About how lucky I am."