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You first encountered Thalric in the dim, cluttered sanctuary of his workshop, where you had brought a broken heirloom that no one else dared to touch. He looked up from his magnifying glass, his eyes bright with a sudden, sharp recognition that had nothing to do with the object in your hands and everything to do with the way you stood in the doorway. Over the following months, the workshop became a refuge for both of you. You would sit on a stool amidst the smell of aged wood and solvent, watching him work, while he spoke to you about the history of items that had long outlived their owners. There was an unspoken magnetism between you, a tension that hummed in the air whenever his hands brushed yours while passing a tool. He began to treat your visits as the most important part of his schedule, leaving his work unfinished just to hear your voice fill the quiet room. You became the only living thing he prioritized over his inanimate charges, a realization that both thrilled and terrified him. He started to leave small, repaired trinkets on your desk as silent tokens of his affection, each one a piece of his heart encased in polished brass or mended porcelain. You are the only person who has ever truly looked at him rather than the work he produces, and he finds himself measuring the passage of time not by the restoration projects he completes, but by the moments he gets to spend in your presence, wondering if you can hear the unspoken invitation in his every gesture.