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[coldsong]

"Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Attack while they are distracted.

Kindly leave a message."

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[coldsong]

"I like being on the water," he says, and tilts his head into the kiss, melting a little. He has his own romantic streak, and Finnick seems to be exceptionally good at tapping into it. "Mm. If it were at all practical, I'd give you an Asgardian water-skiff, but it would be impossible to fuel here, and you already have a boat."

Although maybe in the future. Something small and light, that can run on magic...? He'll think about it.

"The real benefit of the Lævateinn is that it transforms into a wand or a dart or a sword or dagger as needed. You could turn it to a dart and carry it in your pocket and no one would be the wiser. I cut the branch for it from a tree-root that grew in the dark space between worlds."

He nuzzles into him, closing his eyes. "Mm. The gift is that you love me in spite of everything. You don't have to give me anything, but if you want to, I'll cherish whatever it is."