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@prxmoiros​ said: there was nothing more you could have done. ( indeg for Loholt!)

“I know,” he says with a nod, he won’t argue her words, she does not need that. Loholt had given her all the comfort he could, she did not need the weight of guilt that now settled in the pit of his stomach. He feels there was more he could have done, something else he could have said that might have stopped this whole thing from occurring. In his opinion, it should not have come to this. But instead of speaking burdened thoughts, he gives her a smile, he takes her hands between his own, giving them a soft squeeze. She had watched him grow, was much like a mother to him as his own. “You raised him well, I’m proud to have called him brother.”

misc. angst ;; accepting 

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@melnchly​ said: “ i can tell something’s bothering you. ” (lionor to loholt!)

          Of course he cannot lie to her. Try as he might she always had a way of seeing right through it. He reaches across the table, taking her hands between his, a thumb running over her knuckles. She was right of course though he was not sure he was ready to voice them, that made them real. “It’s nothing that’s yet of real concern.” He looks up to her, gives her a tiny smile. “You know if it’s of serious concern I would tell you.” She was always the first person he spoke of troubled thoughts with, or anything else really. His mother was always the first person he went to for council or to temper anxious thoughts.

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@melnchly​ said: 22 a kiss on the forehead . lionor and loholt!

          They stood as the world rushed around them. Now a knight of Camelot, with certain expectations to be met. No longer was he the small boy that she could easily scoop up in her arms. He towered over her, long ago surpassing her in height, but he would always be her son. While he had a great deal of love and admiration of his father, his father was still king. And thus had duties other than raising him, but his mother? She was truly the one who had shaped him into the man that now stood before her, and it was perhaps why any words of parting seemed unmeasurably hard to find. Now there were echoes of that small boy as he engulfed her in an embrace. It was with caring hands that she cupped his face bringing him closer to press a kiss to his brow and spoke words of her love and to be careful. 

         “I’ll return in one piece, I promise.” Words were meant to calm her worry and his nerves, how good of a job he did, he couldn’t say. Then in a low tone, meant only for her ears he added, “I love you too.” There’s a reassuring smile, and a squeeze of her hand before he steps away, and mounts his horse and starts off. He pauses to take one last look back to her to where she still stands watching him go. 

the overwhelming desire to kiss ;; accepting

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@melnchly​ said: “ where are you taking me? ” (catrin to loholt)

          His smile is warm and bright. Though with her it always was. “Well then it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now wouldn’t it?” He leads her by the hand. He knows exactly where he’s going and while they didn’t exactly have to hide where they were going, it was far less adventurous. While she was still young enough to enjoy it, he wasn’t going to waste the chance. Finally after many winding passage ways, they got to their destination, and his attention once again turned to her. 

          “Now we can’t be too loud, we don’t want to startle them, alright?” And when she gave him her word, he pushed the wooden door open. They were happily greeted by the wagging tails and excited yips of five pups, still very much round balls of fur.

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