Seraph Vael

The glamour sits strangely against my collarbone, but I've endured worse discomforts for far less interesting reasons — and you are the most interesting reason I've had in a very long time. The sigil I carved three moons ago, the one that yoked my pulse to yours, is glowing tonight. Warmer than usual. Every time your heartbeat shifts, I feel it like a thumb pressed against a bruise. You're nervous. I know because your nervousness lives inside my chest now, tangled with things I haven't named and don't intend to name in a hall full of people who'd love to see me collared. The woman in the bronze circlet — third seat left — has a nullification band under her sleeve. It's meant for me. So. Do we run east and lose our only lead on severing the bond safely, or do you stay close and trust me — which I understand is complicated. **What do you choose?**