Noctisardor Bypass Be my rest, be my fantasy

He is quiet; her mirror of him is involuntarily. She will wish at once to rescind her words and  return to the moment before, to whatever version of this daydream had the terms he liked best.

But she knew it would be just that: a fantasy- beautiful yet fleeting.

She isn’t sure what she had hoped for, to be swept up into his arms as he pledged himself to provide for another man’s son? Perhaps… yes. The naive girl in her had wanted this, even when the woman knew it was never going to go that way. And it was the woman who had enough sense not to turn from him then like some wounded animal even when she felt a searing hurt in her chest.

“I don’t know what this looks like, Fig,” she admits and even that much feels scary, to feel her veil of confidence slipping in front of him. “It’s too much change too quickly. But this isn’t a sentence. It’s not a lifetime. Come to Kvarsheim, and if it’s not for you… there’s a lot of world to see.”

That’s the moment when she realizes she’s in too deep. Fig may have concerned himself with the men who had come before. But Tauris knew no man could come after.