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“Only the first family is blood. The rest are made by time or love or battle.”
“Will it be too hard for you, watching me age?” “It will gut me,” he said calmly. “But everyone watches the one they love age. At least I can know that you will not be alone. And I would rather be here, for as long as you live, than out in the world, worrying about you.” He smiled abruptly. “Besides, I know you. You’ll still need someone to pull you out of trouble when you’re ninety.”
“Sarkis, I love you. Or I’m in love with you. Or both. Both seems likely?” “That does explain why you want to marry me, given my obvious flaws.” “Flaws? What flaws?” “Immortality. Manhandling.”
I’m in love with you, too. Did I say that already?” “No, you didn’t.” “Oh. Well, I am. For quite a while now. I don’t just gut myself for any wielder, you know.”
🥹😭
“You know I don’t need this,” she said. “I need this,” he said. “Because otherwise I will never feel that I have done enough to deserve you.” He scowled. “I’m still not sure…”
My sweet man 🥹😭
“You should ride to the priest on one of my horses,” said Sarkis, as they approached the church. “You haven’t got any horses,” said Halla practically. He considered this. “Perhaps we still have time for me to steal one…” Halla laughed and took his arm. “And afterward you can put the countryside to the torch.” “Naturally.”
He would not be Sarkis if he wasn’t scowling at everything, but if I can keep him laughing, too, I think we’ll manage. Mortal flesh may not last as long as immortal steel, but it will last long enough to be happy.
“I love you,” she said. At first she thought he hadn’t heard her. Then he kissed the top of her head. “And I, you. The great god has sent me a reason to go on.”
