(Selene/Farkas)
"You two should just get married."
"No."
"What?" Torvar waves his hands around, ale sloshing out of his mug. "Just. You know." He trails off.
"No."
"Ugh! You like her, she likes you. The two of you bump uglies all the time. Just, you know, marry her."
Farkas shakes his head. "What we have works."
"For now!" He slams his tankard down for emphasis. "Don't you get jealous when she's… with other people?"
"Should I be?"
"You—Yes! That's the way things work!"
"This works."
"I find it hard to believe that. And I don't understand why you won't—"
"You know," Selene appears behind them and reaches between the two of them, grabbing an apple. "Your ancestors just lived together instead of getting married." Still leaning between them. "You can thank the empire for this marriage thing you're so adamant about." Before walking away, Selene pinches one of Torvar's cheeks.
"Liar!"
"Mmmhmm." She barley responds with a mouthful of apple.
Torvar turns back to Farkas. "She's lying right?"
He shrugs and gets off the bench. He doesn't have to quicken his pace much to catch up with the redhead.
"How much did you hear?"
"Only the ending bit." She shrugs. "Doesn't really matter though. I'm not a marriage person anyway."
"Why?"
"Why's it important?" She'd taken another bite of apple and sat on one of the benches below the Gildergreen .
Farkas shrugs back and sits down next to her. "Curious, I guess."
After considering for a moment. "The last person I was with. I… was in love. I wanted to get married. Thought he did too." Selene sighs. "Turns out he wanted me dead. Kind of ruined the whole marriage thing."
"Oh."
"Yeah. I haven't thought about that in awhile."
"I'm sorry."
"What?"
"For making you sad."
"…thanks."