[ She lifts Magni's hand, from where it rests on her leg. Lifts it up to her lips, her head bowing with it.
Slowly, reverently. She kisses the back of her knuckles. One firm, warm kiss. Then lowers her head further, to press them against her brows. Something hurts, there, for the things she does not deserve. How good it feels to not...
... Not be alone, for once.
Which must be why she presses on, must, must, must. No more lies, no more half-truths. Things cut out of spun sugar to look like glass. Let it be truly what it is and let Magni make the choice, properly now. ]
Do not swear such things until you are sure, Ishq. That is what you must decide. I am not... someone you can build a life with. I am an old widow who cannot give you children, I am a wanted criminal, I am a queen without a kingdom. The things I have done... I have turned cities into battlefields. I have destroyed buildings the size of this keep. I have snuck into the houses of the rich and killed them in their sleep. I refuse to regret much of it. If the Queen of Orlais had a thought of what was in my heart, no doubt she would cut my head from my shoulders. There is no life, with me, the only future I can offer is one of battle, of misery. Of devotion to things that will place us, second. Then, you will grow old, time will touch you, but I will never outwardly change. Because of it, I cannot stay in one place long, here.
[ It's a miserable future, it is barely one. It was one without peace. This was not like the turn of the tide with the Half-Breed that had taken her forty years to do. She already was born to a world that no longer saw an inherent need of Kings and Nobles. Even in England, a place so wretched to her mind saw the evils of slavery for what they were.
Let alone, this. Her jaw set. ] Do not... answer it now. You must consider it, if you can forgive me, and then if this is the life you want. What you want with me.
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Slowly, reverently. She kisses the back of her knuckles. One firm, warm kiss. Then lowers her head further, to press them against her brows. Something hurts, there, for the things she does not deserve. How good it feels to not...
... Not be alone, for once.
Which must be why she presses on, must, must, must. No more lies, no more half-truths. Things cut out of spun sugar to look like glass. Let it be truly what it is and let Magni make the choice, properly now. ]
Do not swear such things until you are sure, Ishq. That is what you must decide. I am not... someone you can build a life with. I am an old widow who cannot give you children, I am a wanted criminal, I am a queen without a kingdom. The things I have done... I have turned cities into battlefields. I have destroyed buildings the size of this keep. I have snuck into the houses of the rich and killed them in their sleep. I refuse to regret much of it. If the Queen of Orlais had a thought of what was in my heart, no doubt she would cut my head from my shoulders. There is no life, with me, the only future I can offer is one of battle, of misery. Of devotion to things that will place us, second. Then, you will grow old, time will touch you, but I will never outwardly change. Because of it, I cannot stay in one place long, here.
[ It's a miserable future, it is barely one. It was one without peace. This was not like the turn of the tide with the Half-Breed that had taken her forty years to do. She already was born to a world that no longer saw an inherent need of Kings and Nobles. Even in England, a place so wretched to her mind saw the evils of slavery for what they were.
Let alone, this. Her jaw set. ] Do not... answer it now. You must consider it, if you can forgive me, and then if this is the life you want. What you want with me.