-kiss me hard before you go

This new place wasn't something he should have been fearful of. It was unique and it had allowed everyone to let go of the bloodshed and death. Some things were more vivid than others. Chrysanthe's face, for example, was a constant reminder of what happened that day--and yet to him it only reminded him how strong the woman he loved actually was. She was remarkable good at what she did and he couldn't fake his arduous admiration for that. There was also the celebrated fact that though, yes, Valhalla had lost--Syrinx had defeated the Glaciem king. It was a marvelous feat. and everyone that had question Chrysanthe's brother was likely and very lost. There was no excuse for what had been done. Syrinx had pushed the to their limits and shown them what a leader was capable of, and while Gideon didn't like the way he looked at Chrysanthe (with hungry eyes) he knew the man was undefeated and he knew now that he had made a proverbial testament to everything he had stood for.Her voice hummed over the air and Gideon twisted his skull towards it. What was she doing? He listened to the second wave of words that curdled through the air and eventually he rose from where he was seeded and a breathy 'yowl' sounding roll of chords descended from his throat. He didn't have anything to say. Not while she wasn't there--her name wouldn't be spoken without publicity for it were the sweetest thing on his lips.