Darling, I Miss You

Modesty could almost smell the anxiety that rippled over Gilgamesh. The tensing of his shoulders, the subtle grind as teeth clenched, she kept an easy smile on her face and looked across the water to where the castle should be peeking out of the distant haze, fighting to keep her own body conveying calm. She had the same worries about leaving them alone to do their own thing. "Maybe we build up to it, a day trip first, and then a night away? If we're sneaky enough, they won't even know we're gone." Her tone was almost conspiratorial, a playful light dancing in her eyes. As much as the weight of it all weighed her down, when it was just the two of them, she could let herself relax a little.

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