Worrying Over Nothin’

Zaliron wasn’t mad ’bout me seeing his mother, wasn’t mad ’bout the potion, wasn’t even mad that I kissed Kaste. He told me that he didn’t blame me for it, that I couldn’t be held ‘ccountable for the effects of a potion, and then said something with “ain’t” and everything. I don’t even think he’s gonna smear Achates ‘cross a wall or nothin’!

I helped pick up his house after the recent mess, and I realize that I’m seein’ it like a… home. It’s scary and dizzyin’, really. This ain’t something that I can… leave at any time, not anymore. I can’t just get up and walk away.

He said he loved me.

I want to know that I love him too. I think I’m broken, ’cause every time I think ’bout what love means, all I can think of is loyalty. I’m loyal ’nuff to put even some’ve those Blood Knights and Priests to shame, so that ain’t the problem. Is that what love is? Loyalty so strong I’d drown in my own blood rather’n see him like he was when Arathael hurt him?

I think…

I think things are gonna work.

Love Potion?

There are times when I think Achates gets run down a little too much, that he’s well meaning enough, even if it backfires.

Other times I think I’d like to string him up and light a fire under his feet.

I’m not even so angry as I am just… kind’ve shamed. It ain’t gonna be pretty explaining things to Zaliron. ‘Oh yes, you see, while you were hurtin’ and alone at the Inn, I was in your house… making rather obscene advances on Kaste. Sorry ’bout that, no harm done?’

I don’t see it goin’ over well, love potion excuses or not.