Swordcrossed

by Freya Marske

Because when he talks about you, he looks like he’s found a luckstone on the street, and he doesn’t know whether to keep it in his pocket or have it set in a ring.” For a long moment, Luca didn’t know what he was doing with his face.

“Don’t worry,” Luca murmured into Matti’s ear. He stepped forward, placing himself a pace in front of Matti. Duvay frowned even further at this departure from the script. Matti decided to go ahead and worry anyway.