[A rushed admission before he gets his mouth under control, lulled in to something too soft and too warm by the line of her, heating his side and by how well she fits against him. The heavy pang of his own heartbeat rushing in his ears and the gentle crackling of the fire.]
You're still the Sun Summoner, Alina. You are still Grisha and even death cannot take that away from you. From any of us.
[He allows the silence to envelope them] Who do you want to be?
no subject
[A rushed admission before he gets his mouth under control, lulled in to something too soft and too warm by the line of her, heating his side and by how well she fits against him. The heavy pang of his own heartbeat rushing in his ears and the gentle crackling of the fire.]
You're still the Sun Summoner, Alina. You are still Grisha and even death cannot take that away from you. From any of us.
[He allows the silence to envelope them] Who do you want to be?