Forgive, O Lord,
my little jokes on thee...
No sooner had she muttered that phrase, did she feel a very strong, almost oppressive... but VERY familiar presence... right beside her. As in, literally, right beside her, not even a few inches.
She just smirked and looked over slightly, seeing a man in a simple cloth shirt and pants, wearing simple footwear as well, akin to sandals. His face was absolutely stunning, though, and his hair was short and jet-black, almost as though it were a portal, or a hole in time and space.
And he was fit, as well. His muscles didn't bulge out, not were they even quite noticeable, but she knew that if one were to look closer, they'd see the outlines of tight, packed, cord-like muscle wrapped around his bones.
He smiled at her when she looked at him.
"Is that even a question." he responded flatly. "Takes more than heaven and earth to stop me when it comes to THIS." he commented further.
...and I'll forgive thy
great big one on me.