[all wrapped up in the warmth of his own afterglow, the question should surprise francel and yet somehow it does not. he laughs breathlessly, then wraps his arms like a loose scarf around aymeric's neck; he presses his lips against aymeric's forehead, and then his nose into aymeric's scalp, breathing deep of the post-sex scent of his hair.]
Yes. By the Fury, yes. With all Her guidance and blessing, yes.
[he pants for a few more moments, also trying to steady the beating of his heart. his breath must feel warm against aymeric's forehead.]
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Yes. By the Fury, yes. With all Her guidance and blessing, yes.
[he pants for a few more moments, also trying to steady the beating of his heart. his breath must feel warm against aymeric's forehead.]
...Did you find a priest to marry us?