This story is one that writes itself, where the words want to be in a certain way, and though I am aware it will not be all that long, I hope it will be enjoyable in its pure form, no frills added.
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"There must be another way, someone else..." At least, Serafina noted with some relief, there was feeling in Asriel, even if it still left rather something to desire. "Not that child." It was not the first time he uttered those worlds. "There will be another, I will..." "You will regain your senses. If you even have any. How can you hope to fight the corrupt by being just as dark as they are?"
Serafina bore down on him with her eyes. She was taken by him, he struck a note within her she hadn't felt for some time -since times his daughter had glimpsed in her golden compass, the first time they met, in fact- but she refused to feel anything for such a monster as this man hoped to become. She had no doubt that had he seen Roger, he would have acted without thinking at his first opportunity. She had been wise when she withheld that piece of information from him, she was certain of it.
"What would you have me do?" The man's eyes, so full of something seemingly lost within the rest of him, rested on her face, then her own eyes, for a moment, before he glanced at their daemons. The purring snow leopard had curled around the goose, who had spread his wings protectively across her back in turn. Their daemons trusted one another, at sight almost. It was so rare...
Did he think, just for a moment, of his last lover? The Coulter woman, known to lord and witch alike for her manipulative ways, her daemon drawing in rather than offering friendship, so different from this. They both took the leap, to trust, at the same moment. Such a little moment, worth so much.
Serafina's eyes were softer as she replied to him, and his were unveiled as he listened. And while their daemons slept before the fire, man and woman talked.