[There is something so beautifully bright in Themis' smile. When he had first witnessed it, Obsidian could feel his warmth then, and he feels now as well, yet so much more vibrantly.
But that last part does genuinely surprise him. Themis experienced that, with Obsidian as his Warrior of Light? There's a mixed emotion with that. Mostly in the joy of being known, but also...
Also.
Obsidian places his hand over Themis', pressing his cheek into the palm there.]
Even so, I would loathe for my face to haunt you.
[Though they have already more or less discussed this, he worries regardless. That with those memories now, they were friends and enemies both once.
He is a hero to many, just as much as he is a monster to be feared to others. Warrior of Light, Weapon of Light.]
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But that last part does genuinely surprise him. Themis experienced that, with Obsidian as his Warrior of Light? There's a mixed emotion with that. Mostly in the joy of being known, but also...
Also.
Obsidian places his hand over Themis', pressing his cheek into the palm there.]
Even so, I would loathe for my face to haunt you.
[Though they have already more or less discussed this, he worries regardless. That with those memories now, they were friends and enemies both once.
He is a hero to many, just as much as he is a monster to be feared to others. Warrior of Light, Weapon of Light.]