Moonspear Synesthesia

Gingerly, she crept towards him and softly nudged his cheek. That simple touch was all that was needed to release the tension from Floki's body. Wildfire apologized again and he leaned down to plant a kiss between her ears by way of response.

"Stop apologizing. I am glad you told me," he said gently. He didn't add that the timing had nothing to do with it -- he had the feeling that it wouldn't have been easier at any other moment. His resentment for Tevinter only grew with the knowledge he had gleaned, but it wasn't because of Wildfire's delivery. He simply had to accept the fact that his twin was selfish and hungry for power. He wrinkled his nose slightly at the thought, but quickly smoothed his facade and focused on the present.

It was hard to slip back into the blissful reverie that they had been in before and he fidgeted slightly. Part of him wanted to be alone with his thoughts, so he contemplated feigning a border patrol, but he held off for the time being. He glanced down at Wildfire. "I still love ya," he said teasingly.