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NPC Tales: Gay Pining

"I love you!" Iren cried.

Eberle let her crossbow drop to her side. At this point, scoring a wild boar was out of the question. She looked over at Iren. The girl was beautiful. Sleek raven hair, olive skin crossed with small scars, and eyes... that she couldn't see. Iren wore a metal mask over her eyes. The two sets of three small slits didn't give Eberle a window into her soul, just closed shutters blocking her out.

"I'd prefer if you didn't," Eberle replied.

"Why?!" asked Iren.

"I still don't know you, Iren!" Eberle said, "I don't know what your face looks like. I only ever see you in your uniform. I don't know you." She turned away from Iren and walked down the rocky shore of the small stream they were following. "And you don't know me."

Iren took a deep breath. She waited a long time before saying anything. For a while, Eberle was scared Iren would teleport away in a flutter of loose papers. But then, she spoke. When she did, her voice was small, quivering on the verge of breaking. Far from her normal husky gravel.

"This crosses some major boundaries for me," Iren said, her lip trembling as she walked toward Eberle, "But I love you more than I've loved anyone in my entire life. Promise me you won't tell anyone about what happens next."

"Iren," Eberle said, "I-Iren, you don't have to do anything if you're not comfortable-"

"No," Iren said, "I need to do this."

"No, you don't. I didn't mean-!"

Iren grabbed the edges of her mask. The magic keeping it attached to her face vanished. As she pulled it away, her entire body started trembling. Eberle couldn't tell if it was nerves or something else... until she looked up.

Iren's eyes were a solid white glow. Glowing cracks streaked out from her eyes toward her temples. The comparatively paler skin only added to the effect, giving her upper face a ghostly, almost angelic look.

"Wow," Eberle said, "So that's what's under there."

"Uh-huh," Iren grunted. White light shone through her gritted teeth. Her hands writhed at her sides, as if she were in intense pain and trying to keep herself from screaming. "Can I put the mask back on now?"

"Yes, yes!" Eberle said, "Oh my goodness, darling, put it back on!"

Iren slammed the mask back onto her face so hard she sent a line of blood tricking down her nose. She slumped into Eberle, panting. Eberle put her arms around Iren.

"Does that hurt?" asked Eberle.

"So much," choked Iren, "But it was worth it, right? Did I prove myself?"

"Iren, darling, you don't need to prove yourself to me," Eberle said. She stroked Iren's hair as her head laid on her shoulder. "But I've been hurt before by rushing into a relationship. If love is true, then it will last for eternity. I'm not going anywhere. I won't leave you. I just need time. You, Iren Vozalt, are worth waiting for."

NPC Tales: While The Party Is Away

Inspired by this prompt.

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"Where are you going with all those guns?" Marina asked Knives as he walked out onto the deck carrying a firelock rifle, firelock carbine, hotshot firelock, firelock repeater, revolver, revolver carbine, mage revolver, big bore mage revolver, and a fancy-looking automatic pistol.

"Don't worry about it," said Knives. His little kobold body was dwarfed by the sheer amount of wood and steel on his back. It looked like he was carrying a bundle of sticks! "I'm going to do some business."

"No, no, no you are not!" Marina said, positioning herself between Knives and the gangplank, "The last time you 'did some business,' there were no survivors!"