>>5682750You describe the armour you once wore upon leaving Bloodrise—styled after the skeletal appearance of Death Himself, with a fear-inducing helm and an imposing chestplate and pauldrons. Of course, the more you describe it, the more you realize that no such attire would truly fit Ekaterine or the Novice, and as you concede to their anatomy and stylistic preferences, you ALSO realize how your own have shifted. As you have embraced certain aspects of your human heritage, and spent nearly two months disguised as Long Wang the human adventurer, you have come to enjoy aspects of their attire as well—most especially, the armour of the Paladin King, your so-called ‘father-in-law’ now and the only human being you have ever encountered with a <Fearsome Presence>. You decide to incorporate aspects of the Hawksong royal family’s style into your designs, as well.
Of course, between these very specific requirements and the fact that there is nothing partly-made in the camp which can even be modified to fit the likes of you and the Novice Fleshweaver thanks to your much greater stature, the three of you are ‘forced’ to wait in camp for several more days. In truth, it is welcome respite. Ekaterine grows ever more relaxed, even if you notice her sleep schedule remains erratic and she seems to be suffering physical and mentally for the constant darkness. You do your best to take care of her, even drafting the Novice into the effort with her tonics and potions. Repeated meditations help keep your minds fresh and clear; subsequent discussions of theology and morality, of Bloodrise and Wevenore, and of your future plans for how to justly and righteously rule it all bring the three of you closer more often than they splinter you apart, with your carefully-curated guidance.
You think you rather enjoy being at the centre of a three-way snuggle, even if any other sort of ‘three-way action’ still seems a rather distant prospect with these two. Sex, you reflect, is not everything there is to relationships.
