As everyone said their goodbyes, the two of them vanished off to one side. To find the privacy they needed. As they walked their hands slipped together, his large, rough hands enfolded her smaller, equally rough ones, scarred by practice and actual battle. Everyone was too caught up in there own moments to see them go, but to the two of them the already too small world had narrowed down to just two people.

They walked along the shore of the island they had found themselves, and were still yet to explore. She was up to her knee's in the water, splashing around playfully, but his feet were firmly rooted on dry land. Dwarves could sink very well, but were much to solid to float, and he didn't fancy wading up to his chest just yet.

Even so, he knew he loved the sea. The crash of the waves reminded him of her laugh, it's mysterious depths as deep as her eyes, it's rich blue the color of her hair. Beautiful, mysterious. Just like her.

Lost in pleasant melancholy, he hadn't even heard felt her come close until he felt her sinewy arms around his thick chest. He felt the softness of her deceptively delicate face nuzzle the nape of his neck, and he sighed in a way that had several meanings all at once.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked, her soft, husky voice quiet, and he gave a little shiver as he felt her hot breath against his cold skin.
"Ah'm thinkin' o’ ye, lass." He replied truthfully, turning and pushing her onto her rear with a sweep of his brawny arms. She fell in an undignified heap with a little squeal that he found strangely endearing, and he smiled, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her in for a long, lingering kiss.
Durkon's kisses were oddly gentle, neither hurried nor forceful, as though he had all the time in the world. The oddly soft hairs on her chin tickled her neck as he kissed her, the feeling surprisingly pleasant. His rich hazel eyes crinkled in pleasure, and he planted another kiss on her chin before he drew away.

"Ah'd go with ye, if ye asked." He said, his tone earnest.

She shook her head, her face still carefree, but stern. She was flushed slightly, he noticed, and he felt an urge to kiss her again. "Your place is with the rest of the order."

"Ma place is with ye." He said, and she smiled but did not relent.

"Durky, I'm a big girl. And as much as I love you, our love can't be the only thing in the world. It is because you will leave me when you have to, because you will do what is right, not what makes you happy, that I love you. You'll always be there for me, and I'll wait for you as long as it takes to save the world."

Warmth spread in his chest at her words. Drawing her close he kissed her again, for a long time. His hands drew into her hair, scarred with practice and actual battle, letting her short, silky tresses brush against them as he deepened the kiss.

This time, it was her who pulled away, but only for a few moments.

"I'll miss you." She said.

He nodded. "An' Ah'll miss ye."

"How long do we have?"

"He drew her close. "Long enough."

"Give me something to remember you by."

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