[ A difficult burden to carry, victory at any cost, but one that's also strangely freeing. Difficult to get used to living in service for a god who doesn't demand absolution, who doesn't care to hear his apologies, whose grand mythology isn't steeped in original sin, only the red pleasure of existence. The clash of war -- and what is love, if not another battle?
Armand leans into it, unable to help himself. His eyelashes flutter in submission. ]
I hear it, Lord. I'll do my best, with your favour on me.
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Armand leans into it, unable to help himself. His eyelashes flutter in submission. ]
I hear it, Lord. I'll do my best, with your favour on me.