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Niko skimming over Shadowheart's bare shoulder with the very tips of her fingers, gliding over smooth skin. Half-lidded gaze watching her hand trace a path.
Shadowheart, lying on her side, corner of her mouth upturned. Eyes closed, basking in the moment.
Niko, frowning, deep in thought. Hushed, not shattering but nonetheless breaking the silence, continuing to draw on Shadowheart's skin, "Would you still love me if I turned into a mind flayer?"
Shadowheart rising - Niko stopping her hand, thinking briefly she's leaving, but she's only turning over, "What in the Hells could make you ask that?"
Niko's gaze dropping back to Shadowheart's shoulder, avoiding her eyes. "Just... thinking."
"About?"
"Things." A plea not to pursue. To let troubled musings wash away.
"Things. Right."
Shadowheart pausing, unsure what's bugging Niko or how to draw it out of her. Settling on bringing her hands up to her lips and kissing her knuckles, meeting her eyes and whispering, breath ghosting over her skin, "I would still love you."
Niko reading genuine sincerity in that, but still wrestling with realities of the hypothetical. "What would you do?"
"I would tear up Faerûn's farthest, darkest corners for a cure."
Taking a shallow breath, "And if--"
"I would still love you." Firmly.
Shadowheart squeezing Niko's hands between hers, leaning across the pillow to land a kiss on her forehead. Then tipping her head down to brush their foreheads together, hair mingling, warmth radiating.
Niko, closing her eyes tight. Allowing Shadowheart to cement her in the moment, of her reality, of how far away that hypothetical really is.