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“I am nearly twice your age, Delara." “I’m drow, I’ll outlive all of you anyway,” she replies immediately. Zevlor blinks—that is not the rebuttal he was expecting. And it works; Delara takes advantage of this moment, this break in composure, and reaches with her other hand to touch his cheek, trace his jaw, test the waters. When he leans into her touch, eyes sliding closed in comfort, her heart flutters. Gods, how she prays that this man will build a happy life again. Dark Maiden knows he deserves it. They all do. “Let yourself have this, of all things, Zevlor,” she whispers, fingers creeping gently into his hair, brushing his horns. She feels his full body shudder through them. “You deserve more than you think you do.” His eyes are how she clocks the precise moment he gives in. “Gods forgive me,” he growls, and kisses her like a condemned man.

Fics like so if your wings won't find you heaven, i will bring it down like an ancient bygone

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