[ She is certain she has hurt him as well. It would be impossible to forget the expression on his face whenever someone mentioned his partner in the time of their separation. She was certainly one of those parties, even if she did her best not to otherwise. Perhaps now she even disappoints him with her inability to ask for what she truly wants. In her mind, disappointing him is far worse than pain. Pain can be soothed. One can be made whole again despite the pain. Disappointment means she has failed to reach a standard, an ideal of who she should be. What if the girl underneath can never be someone he desires?
Her hands unravel from his as they begin to move across her skin, her hair, down her body. Despite her attempts of refinement, she feels herself react to his idle wandering. Her eyelids flutter as his hands come to a stop and part of her can't help but wonder why he has. She knows he hesitates and is unsure of himself. He never has to feel that way when just the two of them remain.
A sound escapes her at his moan; a broken attempt to return the sound with a voice that refuses to work as it should. She instead parts her lips to deepen the kiss. Her fingers begin to travel up his arms and shoulders. They come to a rest at the base of his head, fingertips only ever so lightly brushing into the edges of his hair.
I... Lunafreya struggles to respond. The words are there, but expressing them is so very difficult. She will not turn away from her decision to let him in no matter how hard it might be.
Even if he comes to a realization she is not worth his time any longer.
I am only... she trails off once again. Her voice in his mind seems to be more of whisper. I have little to offer other than the voice afforded to the Oracle... no titles, no land, no promise at a normal life. So little of who I am is not the Oracle... how might I ever be enough...
Lunafreya breaks their kiss only so that her eyes meet his. She stood by him not as just the Oracle, but as herself as well. Even then she took great care to hide the loneliness the girl feels. Now, it is on display for him to see. Her constant inner struggle to be that which she believes she must be, while sacrifice what she wants as her destiny demands all from her. She does not know how to reconcile both parts as her mother and her grandmother did. All she can think to do is serve those she loves and hope that it is enough for her..
Her hands move from his hair to cradle his face. With some effort, she turns so that she might lay on her back. Her hands never move even as she readjusts her position. One strap slips off her shoulder and down her arm. There is no sign of the Oracle in her expression - only Luna.
She offers whatever he may wish to have of her - if anything at all. He may turn away now that he can see her stripped of her title, her birthright, her magic. A lonely girl who fears losing everything if she does not try her utmost, but feels she could never ask for more than what is given to her.
Her fingertips brush along his cheeks. She desires all of him in every sense. Yet, she does not want him to give that simply because of her desires. He needs to desire her in whole as well. Now, he can decide that, as she lays there on her back with nothing left to hide.]
mobile it is, your 502 errors shall not stop me, dw!
Her hands unravel from his as they begin to move across her skin, her hair, down her body. Despite her attempts of refinement, she feels herself react to his idle wandering. Her eyelids flutter as his hands come to a stop and part of her can't help but wonder why he has. She knows he hesitates and is unsure of himself. He never has to feel that way when just the two of them remain.
A sound escapes her at his moan; a broken attempt to return the sound with a voice that refuses to work as it should. She instead parts her lips to deepen the kiss. Her fingers begin to travel up his arms and shoulders. They come to a rest at the base of his head, fingertips only ever so lightly brushing into the edges of his hair.
I... Lunafreya struggles to respond. The words are there, but expressing them is so very difficult. She will not turn away from her decision to let him in no matter how hard it might be.
Even if he comes to a realization she is not worth his time any longer.
I am only... she trails off once again. Her voice in his mind seems to be more of whisper. I have little to offer other than the voice afforded to the Oracle... no titles, no land, no promise at a normal life. So little of who I am is not the Oracle... how might I ever be enough...
Lunafreya breaks their kiss only so that her eyes meet his. She stood by him not as just the Oracle, but as herself as well. Even then she took great care to hide the loneliness the girl feels. Now, it is on display for him to see. Her constant inner struggle to be that which she believes she must be, while sacrifice what she wants as her destiny demands all from her. She does not know how to reconcile both parts as her mother and her grandmother did. All she can think to do is serve those she loves and hope that it is enough for her..
Her hands move from his hair to cradle his face. With some effort, she turns so that she might lay on her back. Her hands never move even as she readjusts her position. One strap slips off her shoulder and down her arm. There is no sign of the Oracle in her expression - only Luna.
She offers whatever he may wish to have of her - if anything at all. He may turn away now that he can see her stripped of her title, her birthright, her magic. A lonely girl who fears losing everything if she does not try her utmost, but feels she could never ask for more than what is given to her.
Her fingertips brush along his cheeks. She desires all of him in every sense. Yet, she does not want him to give that simply because of her desires. He needs to desire her in whole as well. Now, he can decide that, as she lays there on her back with nothing left to hide.]