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[brainiest]

 
"Hello, Hermione Granger here. I must be busy, so please leave a message. Thank you very much!" 

 

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[depicted]

[When he draws back, he doesn't let go. His brows furrow over eyes that turn from her, set down, and his mouth curves.]

It's the best thing I can do. What I did on the battlefield, what I—I'm damned, Hermione. I am unsaveable. [A little laugh, and he tips his head forward, gives a fleeting press of the lips.] But I can die, at the cost of a little pain, and I can save someone else that way.

[When he finally looks at her, he is desperate and hopeful, despairing and vulnerable. He reaches for her face.]

It's good, isn't it? I didn't want to hurt you, but this way—I won't leave, not even when I die, and it's a good thing. To protect other people. To make a sacrifice that would be so much greater from someone else. Isn't that good?

[brainiest]

[ She knows that if she argues that he isn't damned he'll fight back and argue against her, maybe even laugh, so she bites her tongue on that point - but her hands lift, stroking over his cheeks, holding him close, and she closes her eyes all the tighter. ]

It's not just a little pain, though, is it? It must hurt, horribly, every single time. Not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well. It hurts here.

[ She puts a hand over her heart, letting his hands touch her face, leaning in to him, gazing at him, this man who is her best friend. ]

I'm glad you want to protect people, Dorian, I'm glad that you're doing something good. But it isn't a little pain and I'm never going to be used to it, to seeing you die. I don't think I'll ever be okay with it.

[depicted]

[He smiles a little, and it is such a fragile expression, such a delicate lifting of his lips, like he's scared that it won't go away. It is something good. Hermione says it is good. So, there's a little good left in him, right?]

But if it is me or you . . . There is no choice.

You have to live.

[brainiest]

[ Hermione closes her eyes and leans close, pressing her lips against his forehead, against his nose and his cheek and then finally his lips, slow things, before she nods. ]

I know. But...

[ That shouldn't mean you have to die. ]

Can I give you something?

[depicted]

[Dorian's eyes open up. He looks at her, curious, uncertain.]

Of course.

[brainiest]

You don't have to look so worried.

[ She shakes her head, fond, before she goes to her bag and pulls out two chains, connected to each other, before she splits them. ]

I used a little bit of runic magic and some of my own to adjust a spell from my world. This should act as a sort of compass for us, just each other, so if we're in trouble we can find each other.

[ She glances up, almost shy. ]

So if there's another battle and you need me...

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[depicted]

[Dorian takes one half in hand, turns it over. He feels a touch of the magic beneath it, sensitive to the sparks. And he looks back up at her.]

Yes. And you'll come find me, if you're the one in need?

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[brainiest]

[ She pauses, for a moment, before she smiles and leans forward. ]

Of course. If I need you I'll come.