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[hobbitholmes]

AFTERGLOW

— hear, feel think. —

❄️ HEAVENSWARD

★ Ever Heavensward (3.0)
    — Ishgard Meetings, Part 2

★ As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness (3.1)
    — Unfleeting Emotions

★ The Gears of Change (3.2)
    — Heavy Hearts, Part 2

★ Revenge of the Horde (3.3)
    — Starlight Festival (Alkaid)
    — Starlight Festival (KP)

🔥 STORMBLOOD

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BEYOND

CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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[shepherdtostars]

[ Her head tilts to the side as she waits for his request. She has no issue with his eyes wandering or taking her in. Waiting for his request does feel like ages if only be cause she is so intent on it. What sort of line would he be afraid it crosses? In her mind, they have already crossed a fair amount of lines. Certainly those that come from his traditional background.

At the sound of his request, her ears stand on end. She is far from applaud by it -- if anything she seemingly is embarrassed. A gentle smile takes her face as she looks to the side as her cheeks turn pink. Instead of vocally answering his request? She settles back down to rest her chin on his chest. Her hand moves from beside his head to take his, gently resting them atop her head. Fingers guide his along to her ears before sliding down and resting at his wrist.

Her tail sways side to side underneath the blankets. ]

[thewayforpeace]

[ There is no better way to say it: when she rests her chin against his chest and takes hold of his hand, his heart leaps into his throat. Some talk about feeling as though butterflies are fluttering around in moments like these, and he can say with confidence that that is exactly what he is feeling: nerves, yes, but also more love than he can remember feeling for anyone.

His touch is brief, but he gives the ear his hand is resting upon a light stroke before he slowly withdraws it again. Why he wanted to do that, he isn't sure, but she was kind enough to let him try. ]

[shepherdtostars]

[ Alkaid closes her eyes at his touch and cannot help the smile that forms on her face. His touch is gentle, as always, but it causes a small thrill to run up her spine. Of course, even like this, they ought to be restrained not driven by passions. Rather... she would let her passions run if she felt he would wish to do the same thing. How could he if he was hesitant to touch her ears?

An eye opens to look at him when his hand withdraws. ]

They will not bite back if you continue, Aymeric. [ She has learned she adores saying his name over his title. Still, she gives a playful smile. ] I may give a loving bite, but my ears are very incapable of doing so. You don't need to stop.

[thewayforpeace]

[ He is doing his best to keep his own passions controlled, because while he wishes that the two of them could come together as they lie beside each other and become intimately acquainted as a husband and wife would. But he fears what might happen if they do cross that threshold too soon.

He opens his mouth to respond, but once again, she has managed to take him by surprise. His eyebrows lift and he stares at her, clearly not prepared for what he just heard. When he finally speaks, it is with no small amount of effort that he manages to keep his voice level. ]

I am sorry, I must have misheard or perhaps misunderstood you. [ He is still attempting to reconcile her words with the image that has suddenly formed in his mind that he resumes touching her ear once more. As strange as it would seem, he rather likes performing this particular action, and he hopes that it is comforting for her as well. ]

[shepherdtostars]

[ There is none other in her mind she would lie with. The knight has certainly stolen her heart and thoroughly claimed it, even if he never meant to. It only feeds the desire for him to touch her and make her his in all things he might think of. Her eyes fall shut as he soothes her ears, causing her tail to flick again. His touch is comforting as well as incredibly intimate.

With a shaking inhale and exhale she moves forward once more. This time she stops short of kissing him, looking down at him with as much restraint as she can muster. Her lips brush against his cheek instead. ]

I said, [ her voice lowers just a tick, ] that I might give a loving bite. If it pleases my sir knight.

[ Oh, Gods. She ought to stop and respect any perceived boundaries given by his status and his culture. Perhaps she is pushing too far and it is unwanted. Yet, everything inside her is screaming to move atop him and kiss him. ]

we can call this one wrapped after this if you like!

[thewayforpeace]

[ He certainly never intended for any of this to unfold the way that it has. While she turned his head from the moment he first met her, and while his interest in her rapidly turned into admiration and then further into love, he always imagined that she would find someone else who turned her head, and that it would never be him.

But he is truly in love with her now, and there is no going back, not that he would ever wish to. ]

I think you will find that it pleases him very much. As does being called your knight. [ In fact, his heart has leapt up again into his throat, and a sensation not unlike flying far above the ground has taken hold of him. Perhaps his heart has grown wings, as trite an expression as that may be.

He might be one who has his share of boundaries and customs due to his upbringing, but he is finding that the longer he is with her, the more those boundaries begin to lower. They do not fall, not entirely, but one by one, they begin to shift and change to account for the depth of his feelings for her.

As for this night, he could carry on like this for some time yet, if not for the fact that exhaustion has finally begun to creep up on him. She might notice that his eyes are beginning to droop at the corners, as if indicating that sleep will be pulling him under soon. Still, so long as she is beside him and awake, he will do his best to stay that way for her benefit. For as soon as they are both asleep, then the morning and their inevitable separation will come whether they like it or not. ]