The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Haliel Lightsong]

"I see." Haliel blushes a little. "And it was going for my... I see," she repeats, blushing more. Though she looks a bit curious as well. "That could be-- I'll keep that in mind."

[Marian Hawke]

"It..." Marian takes a deep breath, looking away. "it was... nice. It should be capable of-- of penetration, just like-- "

She has to swallow back bile, but she takes a deep breath, then another.

[Haliel Lightsong]

"I'll keep that in mind," Haliel repeats gently, pulling Marian back in for a hug. "It's alright, amata. We have so much time ahead of us, there's no reason to rush."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian nods against Haliel's shoulder, taking another deep breath. "It's hard," she admits. "I hate the thing, knowing it... it looks like hers."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Consider it loot, a spoil of war," Haliel suggests.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian snorts. "That's morbid. Like I cut it off her and grafted it to my body?"

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel winces. "Yes but don't say it like that. Say it less gross."

[Marian Hawke]

"Like I initiated an inter-species amputation and magical rooting procedure?" She makes a face. "That's still gross."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"You took in the strength of your fallen foe and made it a part of you," the aasimar suggests.

[Marian Hawke]

"For values of 'strength' that include 'penis-like appendages', sure."

[Zevran]

"You took the sexy of your fallen foe and made your hotness," Zevran supplies from nearby.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian shivers. "No, still creepy."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Well, you're not creepy," Haliel says firmly. "I still find you beautiful."

[Marian Hawke]

"Beautiful," she says, and there's something bitter and broken in her tone. "I'm a devil."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel's glimmer with a faint blue light and she smiles before kissing Marian on the nose quickly. "Nope. Paladin. And you're not a devil. Devils are evil. You're Marian Hawke, my first friend, my first crush and a wonderful person. So there."