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ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ(PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He was, understandably, intimidating to the innkeeper. If word of this got back to the temple..

“Aileen, ve might need two rooms.”
 
He thought about this, genuinely. Perhaps she was thinking rationally. “Oh, of course.” He said. He turned back to the innkeeper. “One room. Do not let anyone in the rooms next to us, for safety reasons.”
 
“I..” he faltered, a pulse of need shooting through him. He tried to shrug it off, he needed to keep her safe.
 
He made a noise. He needed to be with her. Needed to lay with her, to indulge in what he could not decipher as sin or salvation.
 
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