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SORCHA let’s just hope everyone doesn’t hate me for joining. it doesn’t seem as bad as… He trailed off, understandably so. The army would likely always be a bitter topic, for all of them. For Sorcha, the army and the king were the reason she no longer had her father and brother, and they were a clear target for her grief and rage. Aileen and Jacob were not spared from her ire, either - it was in the damn rebellion she had lost her family. It was why she was growing more vocal in her support of Voice - the mysterious figure was the first wolf who was making a damn word of sense, in her eyes. But for Baelfire, the army was the one thing he still had that connected him to Adair. Maybe she would feel different, if Fearghus had died for a more worthy cause. If Shaw hadn’t been sent to his death. i have high hopes so far, is all. Baelfire finished softly, and she nodded though her mind was still a little spacey, damn politics. “Maybe you can help change them, rather than the other way around.” She knew that he had noble reasons to join - for his father, for the good of the country. So long as he didn’t let the royalists taint those views… He would be fine, right? nobody could keep me from seeing you— not even the army. He reassured her, and she gave a huff of laughter at the thought. “Sneaking out in the dead of night just to see me, I like it.” More like leaving the barracks without a second thought - Baelfire was never one for subtlety. "someone speaking" "speaking"

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baelfire

the conversation and company had made him forget all about his headache and the package he’d been carrying for sorcha. the only ache he felt now was in his chest and it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. the herbs forgotten, his attention rested solely on her as she voiced her hopefully opinion. he nodded, a gentle smile on his lips. he knew she has lost her father and brother in the rebellion but he wanted to do just what she said— good for his country and kin.

perhaps all that was needed was someone to speak out against the wrongdoings; a gentle nudge in the right direction. he was sure the new king could see reason. he just hoped things would settle quickly and that nobody else would have to suffer.

”Sneaking out in the dead of night just to see me, I like it.” she said, though she probably knew he’d do no such thing. he wasn’t much of a sneak— but whose to say he wouldn’t try if walking out wasn’t an option? he smiled, a chuckle rumbling from his chest. you make it sound so... naughty. he teased before reaching over and nipping her cheek. he stood quickly but made no effort to move away; his tail swayed gently behind him as he looked at her.

@Sorcha

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SORCHA you make it sound so... naughty. He returned with a teasing smirk. Something fluttered in her chest at the thought, and she laughed in return. It was like they were teenagers, thoughts of sneaking out at night to meet in the moonlight, with no one but each other. Her breathing hitched as he nipped at her playfully, her heart thrumming in her tightened ribcage. This feeling was new, but she was starting to figure out why her chest would constrict whenever they were together. It was strange - rarely was Sorcha at a loss for words, but recently Baelfire had been leaving her speechless (breathless?). She shook herself off, standing in turn and her paw brushed the sack of herbs, momentarily forgotten by the both of them. Ah shit, she better get a move on. With a grin, she looked back at Baelfire. “Well then, o’ noble knight, will you still be my escort back to Perth?" "someone speaking" "speaking"

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baelfire

it seemed she was feeling just as playful and this made him relax more. he enjoyed times like this with her— despite the world around them they couldn’t help but gravitate toward one another it seemed. he felt like he’d known her before he’d known her, for years and years.

it was a strange feeling; and an even stranger thought.

“Well then, o’ noble knight, will you still be my escort back to Perth?" she asked, and he looked at the herbs that had been forgotten. of course. anytime, he said as he glanced up at her before bending to pick up the package. he lowered his head slightly, motioning for her to go first. he would trail closely behind and keep and eye out for danger. not that he routinely ran into danger or anything, but he’d been hearing strange stories of soldiers stealing from citizens.

he hadn’t experience this himself and now that he was in the army he wasn’t sure if he’d notice it more or not. he hoped not, he hoped it was all made up by bitter highlanders and that things were not as dire as they seemed to be. at least for now he could find peace in spending time with his dearest friend.

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SORCHA of course. Anytime, he answered her, voice taking on that air of seriousness that it always did when it came to his sense of duty, whether it be to the crown, his family. Her. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks again, but was quick to shake it off as Baelfire dipped his head to lift the sack once again, before she could lift it herself. He motioned for her to lead, and she gave him another warm smile before setting off at a trot, Baelfire quickly catching up, his larger body shielding her own. She had that funny warm feeling again, a small smile on her face that she couldn’t shake as they walked side by side, settling into a rhythm together. Her attention turned to her paws as her thoughts drifted. Looked like she had some new emotions to unpack when she got back to Perth, hopefully before Baelfire left for Yorkshire once again. exit "someone speaking" "speaking"

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