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synthneon2021-07-16 01:48 am
guidingmoonlight) wrote in synthneon2021-07-16 01:48 am
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YGO PSL | ❝ i am not lying, i am just trying to find my way in to you. ❞
( continued from yonder! )
[ Her other hand raises and gestures to the bed behind him. It had been a set of normal circumstances in getting ready to rest for the night. Even down to the fact she was dressed for bed. Unspoken, of course is how she misses his presence. It hardly matters in their current circumstances -- or at all. Pinning for one does none of them any good. Priorities and needs will always shift, and, Lunafreya has always believed those come before wants and desires.
Although she has been known to be young and naive in such ways.
Lunafreya shifts her gaze back to him in order to answer his next question. "Answer" that is. He has been able to understand her thus far at least.
Then, a change in the air.
Yugi appears beside Atem. He looks between Lunafreya and his partner. ]
Other Me? What's going on?
[ Lunafreya glances at the space where she feels the shift in the air. She turns back to surveying the room with one hand remaining on his shoulder to help her stay upright. A hand raises out beside her in order to try and summon her Trident. That, as it turns out, was the wrong decision to make. Her arm starts to shake as it feels sharp pricks make its way up her skin.
A soundless gasp leaves her at the sudden pain. In a sweeping moment, she crumbles back down to the ground where she had once stood.
Yugi's attention snaps to her as it sinks in that they're in her room. ]
Luna?!
nothing shall stop us >:(
The girl beneath the Oracle is the one he's fallen in love with, and what's more, she's the one that he needs. He can't imagine a life without her in it, even though part of him still feels as though he's only hindering her and cheating her of everything she deserves, simply because he has one foot in this world and another foot in a world far removed from this one. And yet as long as he remains, he wishes to be with her. And perhaps he won't ever leave this world; as things stand now, he can't help but think that maybe that wouldn't be so bad.
As for why his hands stop before they can go too far, he wonders if this attention is what she wants. Is it even what she needs? He should be doing something to help bring her voice back, and yet he can't seem to stop his hands from wandering and straying into more intimate places. He supposes if this isn't something she wants, she'll make that known, with or without words. And also he'll do his best to be attentive to any messages that she gives off, in case this isn't something she wants.
Once again, his head dips back just slightly in response to the feel of her fingers in his hair. Even so, he manages to keep control of his voice so that he can continue to answer her properly.
You bring more than enough. You are more than enough. I don't need titles or land or even a normal life, because I don't have any of those things to offer you either. Yes, he knows that he is (or was?) a Pharaoh, but as of this precise moment, that hardly seems to be a thing worth bragging about or treating as something he can offer her.
All I need is you, Luna. I can see you here, not the Oracle, but you. It isn't the Oracle that means everything to me. He shakes his head carefully, with respect for her hands that are still resting on his face.
You're who I need, if you'll- He pauses then, hands moving to rest lightly against her shoulders as she lies there on her back, still looking up at him.
If you'll allow me to show you how much I need you, and how much I care about you.
These aren't words that he remembers ever speaking before, and to some degree, they feel foreign to his ears. And yet even as he makes his feelings known, he knows that he means every word, that nothing he's ever said up to this point has been said with more sincerity and truth behind it. He just hopes that she can find it in herself to believe him and to allow him to show her his true feelings and more. ]
>:( no errors, no fear of long tags, we shall PRESS ON
Regardless of the thoughts surrounding her current state, her attention returns back to him. She always wishes be apart of his life, to have his attention, to be with him in any manner of way. His touch and notions are far from unwanted. Her body aches, her voice silenced, and her arm shaking from the attempt at summoning the Trident... even then she would ask he continue to move and know her intimately. She misses him.
It wasn't until the night after they defeated Dartz that she realized how much she missed him. How she had grown so used to being at his side. She tossed and turned from pain of her injury, moving to her side to reach out to him for comfort. Yet, all she found was an empty space and the settling realization of it all. She knew even as Yugi and Atem came to her and Gentiana for aid how much she missed him and how much she would continue to do so. She refused to let it show. It would do neither of the young men any good to see how she struggled with her wounds, her heartache, and her inability to reconcile the two halves of her. She would wait until either soul reached out to her... regardless of how much she wished to reach out.
As she watches him, a quiet note is made to herself at how he reacts to her fingers at his hair. If she recalls correctly, he also enjoyed her fingers at the back of his neck and shoulders. She can already tell how tension has seemingly built back in that same location and her mind turns at the best way to help with it. Then, his voice is in her thoughts again and pulling her attention back to what he says.
Lunafreya remains quiet as he continues. Her eyes widen slightly, the few remaining tears find their way out from the corners of her eyes. He has said or done nothing wrong. It merely is something she never thought she might hear no matter how many years she lived on their star. The idea that she may be needed, not merely wanted, as herself and not the Oracle... when she cannot even see how she can be only herself...
Her fingers gently trail down his face. How can she respond? What words could she ever use that would suffice? His hands are at her shoulders so she dare not lean upwards to kiss him. Instead her fingertips move across his jawline and then back into his hair.
She nods, finding that even the words she might think have disappeared. She wishes to express so much more. But, perhaps, a simple nod is all he needs.
If he wishes to show her - to say what he cannot speak? She will welcome it with open arms as she always has. If he wishes to have her, he can and always has been able to have all of her. ]
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But that life seems to be distant and all but impossible, at least if things remain the way they are now. And he sees no alternative presenting itself.
And neither does he see a way out of this current situation. He can't bring her voice back through sheer force of will, even though he wants to see her whole and recovered.
I should be doing more. There must be some way to- "Save you" is what comes to mind, but the situation isn't that dire. At least, as far as he knows, it isn't. He can't see a reason why she wouldn't be able to recover from this, and if there is such a reason, he doesn't want to even give it a second's thought. She'll be all right, because he can't accept a situation in which she won't be. There must be a way to heal you.
And even as he continues to try and offer what expressions of love and comfort that he can, his mind is spinning as he desperately tries to think of who he could ask for help or what he might to do see her returned to normal. ]
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She tilts her head at his words and how he "speaks" them. She has learned how to tell when his thoughts are slipping away. While his fall was far more drastic than this, several small things remain the same. Her hands guide his head up just a bit so she might look him in the eyes. The usual intense gaze is something softer and vulnerable now, but still direct and asking his full attention return to her.
You have done more than enough for me... more than I could ever hope for or deserve. A finger presses to his lips gently to allow her to finish. You have already saved me , my dear Pharaoh. You needn't do more.
He may have not said the words, but, she has an inclination based on the tone of his voice. It matters little that he is unable to restore her voice on his own. He has made a place for her in his life, and thus, saved her from losing her own wish inside the mantle of the Oracle. What little of Luna remains outside of her calling has been not only pulled from it, but held and protected. Losing her voice permanently would be a worthy trade for that in her mind.
One hand leaves his face to find his. She guides it along her side and down to her hip.
I'm certain that no one else could do for me what you have already done.
Despite strain, Lunafreya leans upwards just enough to press her forehead to his. Her eyes still remain locked with his. She guides his hand from her hip to the inside of her thigh, testing to see how far he wishes to take his affections.
Nothing else can be done tonight, Yami. Focus on us -- the fact that we are together again... however long it may last. ]
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There's nothing that he wants more than to be with her somehow, and although it might seem impossible, sometimes solutions just appear even when they aren't expected. For now, though, he resumes focusing on her and the way she asks him to return his attentions to her.
And yet I can't do the one thing that would really help you: find a way to restore your voice. He doesn't actually manage to complete that sentence before he finds her pressing a finger against his lips. You don't think I'm letting you down by not being able to help you with this? It seems clear that she doesn't think that, and of course, he shouldn't be asking for her reassurance, but the question slips out before he can stop it.
And little does he know what she's currently thinking, that it doesn't matter to her that he can't fix what's happened. He just sees this as another failure on his part, and that still feels unacceptable to him.
It isn't until she moves his hand down her side and to her hip that he pulls himself out of his own thoughts once more. Once his hand comes to a stop on the inside of her thigh, he lightly ghosts his fingers along the skin there, because of course he wants to plainly show his affections, even though his mind is still turning with thoughts about what to do and how he can help.
But then she speaks and he zeroes in on that once more. What if it turns out that we find a way to make it last forever? No, he doesn't want to give her false hope, but there's still a part of him that believes they'll find a way to achieve that somehow. ]
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She smiles gently then. The question itself seems endearing in a way. A shake of her head is given as an answer. No, my dear. The only thing that you could ever do to let me down would be to stop doing your utmost to achieve what it is you truly desire deep within your heart.
Lunafreya knows he does all in his power to help those he cares for. He is a warrior and a king, not a healer with magic balms. She does not expect him to find a way to resolve what has happened to her -- when it most certainly is of her own doing. She never stopped, not even after Dartz had been put to rest. She went straight to her duties, feeling it best to pull away until Yugi or Atem called on her. She healed and saw to matters of politics where she was needed, hoping the red notebook she sent with Umbra might help them feel connected in some way. Even when she returned to Japan she continued her duties remotely, and helped those who might be in need in Domino. She supposes that her current state was bound to happen with how careless she had become in her duties. By trying to suppress the girl and what she wanted, she wore herself down.
The gentle smile remains even as a look of sadness takes her eyes. Forever. Such a simple but romantic notion. One that she is very aware has little application in the world -- even more so with their situation. Now, she stands by that they must find another solution to their relationship and not impeding on Yugi's life. Their previous decision has clearly only caused more harm than good, and, she can tell Yugi has never been fond of the distance they put between them.
Forever is quite the promise, is it not? She opts to go a more playful route despite the lingering tone in her "voice." You may not wish to have me at your side forever.
Her fingers brush along his before guiding them further down. She stops both their hands before breaching that last step and making sure her gaze locks to his. Would he wish to go that far? ]
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What I desire is to see you completely recovered. And so that means he can't stop in his pursuit of ensuring that happens. If he does, then he truly will be letting her down, and he can't accept that.
It might seem like a trite notion, but if he has to scour the world to find someone who can use magic or other arts to heal her, then that's what he'll do. She might not expect him to go to such lengths, but he's already resolved to do what he must. And in a way, the fact that she pushed herself so hard in the first place is also his fault.
He should never have made her feel like she had to pull away from him, waiting for either him or Yugi to seek her out.
Of course it is, but there must be a way for us to achieve what we both want. It's just a matter of working with the hurdles that they have. But I know that I'll stay with you for as long as you'll have me.
As for the progress that their hands are making, he would go that far without hesitation, except it isn't just him that he has to think about. What would Yugi say if he knew what they did? It feels like nothing short of disrespect to even consider it.
And yet he decides to push the boundaries of that last step and place his hands just on the threshold of that boundary, intending it to be an intimate gesture that he hopes underlines his desire to go that far while still refraining out of respect for Yugi.
As his hands move, he keeps his eyes locked on hers, not bothering to conceal the intensity contained in them. ]
**aggressively writes this on lunch whatever >>**
Then, I should be a model patient. Lunafreya gives him a small, but, endearing smile. That you wouldn't need to worry so.
The hand remaining on the side of his face gently turns, allowing her to trail the back of her fingers down his jaw. As long as she'd have him? To match his sentiment, she would have him forever if only she could. The mixture of the love for who he is as a person and the ability of the Oracle to serve a king makes creates the feeling of fulfillment and happiness she never thought she would ever have. Perhaps that is why parting from him is causes the ache that it does.
I would have you with me always. She echoes his earlier statement. If we could be blessed with such a thing.
There is no doubt in her mind that she would still love him even once his memories returned. The core of who he is has surely remained the same. She could not see him being heartless or punishing those needlessly.
She holds his gaze as his hands finally cross the boundary. She holds nothing against him for his hesitation or pause. In her mind, it is only Atem who can decide how far they go or what they might do. He knows Yugi's heart, and thus what his partner would deem allowable by a shared body. While she has desires and they pull at her? She would not have them disrupt the trust between the two.
After all, the harmony of the two will always come first in her mind.
She intends to keep her eyes locked to his. Yet, as her body grows familiar with his touch, they flutter shut. She shifts under him, a restrained sound akin to a moan attempting to find its way out from the invisible fingers that grip her voice. Her own hands move to his hair, nails brushing along his scalp as fingers entwine in his hair.
She will only go as far as he wishes. Though, she can't help the shiver that takes her as she can still feel his intense gaze on her. ]
wraps this up for the next one :3
As for him, what drew her to him and made him realize he loves her was her ability to be kind to just about everyone, even to those who were more than a little bit trying. It's her kindness, understanding, and patience that drew him in, and now he can't imagine a life without her in it. She wants to serve him, but he in turn wants to do the same for her, in whatever form that takes.
And if he has doubts about who or what he'll be when his memories return, those doubts are far from his mind at this time. All he can think about is her and the feel of her skin beneath his hands as they travel to places yet unvisited. He would go farther than this if he thought he could. Perhaps one day, they'll be able to step over the threshold and step into a new level of intimacy. For now, this will have to be enough.
He can feel the need to close his eyes and sleep for a time beginning to sweep over him, so it's with no small amount of reluctance that he shifts his position so that he's lying beside her rather than above her and moves one hand from its exploration to rest at her waist. To just lie here next to her is enough, even though part of him wishes to continue traveling down the intimate path they were on.
But, he reasons, she must be tired from her exertions, and it would hardly be kind of him to keep her awake if she wishes to rest. You must be getting tired. We can sleep anytime you want to. He says, wanting to know how she feels, her lack of voice and other problems aside. It won't take him long at all to drift off himself, if she says she's ready to call it a night. ]