[private] Switch the stripper for a wife, been moving lightspeed

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Don't look back, nothing left to see
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin

He could almost grin at the familiarity that plays out before him. Instead he smirks, something that fits the memories they act out between them as she goes to meet him, and the red of his eyes flash with amusement. She is still a stunning creature, rain clinging to her tarnished coat, and a ghost of a smile finds his mouth when he catches the constellation he remembered engraved upon her. Much like the one shining across his own chest. “Much, I hope.” He rumbles, a flicker of mischief glinting in the depths of his fiery gaze.

“I would see that you have your old position back, if you want it.” He asks first, tilting his head slightly as rain clings to the gold of his cheek, slides down the oily length of his broad neck. Giving a slight shake to his frizzing black and gold mane, he finally grins at her. “Cheri will be Champion. And if we can find Wherewolf, I’d have our diplomatic babysitter back as well.” Get the band back together, so to speak. They had been doing well before it all had gone, literally, South. It had worked out well once, perhaps it could again. Even with new players on the map.

It’s strange, this little tribe they have formed. Still, they had started as a trio of misfits to begin with. Surely it was just one mark in a long line of strange things to come. His tone changes, his expression smoothing as he searches the delicate lines of her face. “I’m sorry. For the Pampas. Fyr. All of it.” He doesn’t give her his excuses, knowing they will be wasted words on her. She would never understand his reasons anyway. “I have an idea and I wonder if you might be interested. Might even convince you into forgiving me?” He murmurs beneath the distant rumble of thunder and looks at her expectantly, that smirk lingering across his dark lips.

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@Aela