[For Aramat] Gefährlich ist wer Schmerzen kennt (Whoever knows pain is dangerous) [Continued]

[gardenwarlock]

[Continued from Here]He looks over his shoulder, then back to her. "My home is but a stone cottage and small," he says. "No fit dwelling for a lady, but perhaps we might find some arrangements

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[scalpedsociety]

Now Aramat is... curious.

"Do you mind telling me why I can't look at you, Kling?"

[gardenwarlock]

His shoulders stiffen a bit and he leans away from her slightly, side-eying her. "There are things I choose not to reveal about my person, and so I have hidden them behind a glamour," he says.

Things like being a lot scrawnier and softer than he looks now. Post-castration hormone wackiness for the lose.

[scalpedsociety]

Aramat remains silent for a little while, then typist allowing, she may turn him around, leaning her forehead on his. She figured even with her own limited medical training that he realistically couldn't keep such a muscular, masculine, body without help from magic. And while she did love his strength and ruggedness, it isn't the thing she loves most about him.

"You think I care about that? I fell in love with the Duke of Flowers, not the Duke of Glamour." She says softly.

"I liked you because I feel we are distaff counterparts, even without your staff. We could be two parts of the same soul. Since we will be living together, we might as well be honest with each other. I won't turn away from your appearance, and hopefully you won't turn away when you find truths about me that are unseemly."

[gardenwarlock]

"A man has his pride which he must keep," he says, then relenting, he adds, "But if we both have our dark secrets, it would be hypocritical of me to pretend that mine are the darker."