[She can see the understanding in his eyes, and she feels it in the softness of that kiss he presses to her lips. It is a beautiful blade, and it would look wonderful on a mantle or on the edge of his desk, but he is right. It would defeat the purpose of it. It is meant to protect him when she is not there to do so herself. And should he have it on him, so too will he keep a piece of her with him as well. Something for him to utilize alongside his magic should he even need it is the hope.
Her fingers caress his face as she returns the kiss, but before he can move on to the next gift, she pulls back from him just far enough that she can look down.]
There is one more thing.
[The velvet satchel on her lap that she hands him. And when he opens it, there will be another knife in there, although this one is carefully wrapped in silk. Unlike his, this one is more jagged—in the shape of a lightning bolt, with its hilt more decorative, carved with leaves around it. A more feminine knife.
Only this one has a purple stone in the blade, but it is missing its magic.
Surely he can take a guess as to what this is, and she looks up at him, hopeful.]
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Her fingers caress his face as she returns the kiss, but before he can move on to the next gift, she pulls back from him just far enough that she can look down.]
There is one more thing.
[The velvet satchel on her lap that she hands him. And when he opens it, there will be another knife in there, although this one is carefully wrapped in silk. Unlike his, this one is more jagged—in the shape of a lightning bolt, with its hilt more decorative, carved with leaves around it. A more feminine knife.
Only this one has a purple stone in the blade, but it is missing its magic.
Surely he can take a guess as to what this is, and she looks up at him, hopeful.]