Neverwinter Forest crucify me

i'm sorry it took so long ;; but I love her sm

a small smile warmed his typically tired features. she wasn't only beautiful, but kind, compassionate. he now understood sólhárr's reverence. "i am unsure of whether or not i deserve your kindness, seiðkona." the words were soft, true. "but...i welcome it, as you've welcomed me."

cicero sat back on his haunches. alabaster gaze fell to his leg, as if accusingly. it's been his greatest hindrance, and once his greatest insecurity. "stiff. it aches, more so than usual. the cold...it is not friendly." he murmured. he often rejected such offers; his leg was a hopeless thing, no need for someone to waste their time. 

but she wasn't offering. 

"i was born with it. undeveloped muscles. typically i manage, but..." he trailed off, perhaps with the hint of a sheepish smile. his seiðkona made him feel as if it was alright to show vulnerability. "it's a burden i carry. but i do not wish for it to burden forneskja."