𝙉𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨, 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨

Well, can you?

( She chuckles lightly, a small smirk forming. ) I know you wouldn't, I'm just teasing, darling~. ( Seraphine moves towards him, planting a quick kiss to his lips. )

You make me sound like a lost puppy, I'm hurt Ionius-. ( Cue a frown, looking towards him. ) It's good to know you thought of little old me~.

Tch. Don’t read that far into my intentions; you’ll only be disappointed by the reality.

Oh? Shame. Anywho, I've missed your face around here-.

And you really need to find a better use of your time.

You yanked first? What was the reason-?

Maker’s sake — I’m suggesting that you 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 the pain.

For no reason though? ... still a horrible act but-.

And yet you just keep coming back for more, don’t you? I’m afraid that says far more about you than it does about me, Inquisitor.

I am objectively responsible for at least…a 𝘧𝘦𝘸 of your past headaches. Corypheus...the igniting of the mage revolution… But, yes, let’s stick to the face pain, shall we?

If 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 is what the Inquisitor remembers me for, and not anything else I might’ve done… No, I think I’ll still consider that a victory.

Moustache yanker..?

My legacy, everyone.

good coffee, deep talks, slow kisses.

My heart’s calling you, please don’t let it ring forever.