FF PSL | ❝ two-toned echoes tumbling through time. ❞

[crystallinedreams]

song of hope

BOOK 3: TWO-TONED ECHOES

One brings shadow, one brings light
To this riddle all souls are tied
Brief our moments, brazen and bright
Forged in fury, tempered in iceCODE BY TESSISAMESS

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[shepherdtostars]

[ A thrilled gasp leaves her as he finally does claim her. Something in her seems to not only clench but take hold. If she were in a logical mindset, she would think it her instincts taking hold. Her nuhn wishing to have her as his strikes something almost primal. While they have never been ones to feel ownership of another? Alkaid finds herself wishing she could communicate she is only his.

He moves against her again, and an unheard low moan comes from her. Her hands press into his back, trying to avoid the large patch of scars there, before her head tilts back. Gods, she wants to give him children so badly. A family of his own to fill his empty house with. So that he will realize how deeply he is loved by all around him--including her.

But, he is the one in charge, and thus she will need to find another way. Her tail straightens and her ears droop as she struggles to keep up the pace and not simply be swept away in it all. Alkaid tilts her head enough to leave open mouth kisses along his neck and shoulder. Until they move a certain way and a shiver runs the length of her spine unto her ears. Her breathing hitches and another moan follows into his shoulder. She gently bites down in pure reaction, hands turning to cling into him.

After a moment she kissed the spot she bit and his name tumbles from her lips. Her head tilts to place her lips beside his ear. ]

Aymeric... [ Alkaid kisses his ear and pauses as another gasp comes from her unbidden. ] My mate. My nuhn...

[ If he had ever wondered what she might be like under his command--in a sense--he certainly sees it now. She hopes that he understands the meaning of her words that claim ownership. And, in a way, she hopes it is as thrilling to him as being claimed is for her. Perhaps not, and perhaps it only matters to a Miqo'te. ]

[thewayforpeace]

[ They have been intimate like this before, but there is something special about this time that makes Aymeric want to commit every second of it to memory. He knows that he does not believe in the idea of owning another person, but he does believe in the idea that he and Alkaid are one, and that they belong together. He is hers, just as she is his. It is not ownership in his mind, but they belong together regardless.

When her hands press into his back, he feels a shiver creep up his spine even though she has managed not to brush against the scars that can still be felt there. The area itself remains sensitive to any sort of touch at all, but it is not an uncomfortable feeling in the least. For a moment, his head dips backwards, but he is leading in this moment and needs to remain present in order to do so.

The last thing he intends is to push her too far past her limits, but before he begins easing them towards a conclusion, he lightly grinds against her once, and then a second time before taking a pause to give both of them a momentary rest.

He takes this opportunity to lean in a little closer, letting a content sigh escape in response to her kisses and touches. When both of them have had enough, he knows he will not mind simply lying beside her and holding her, and pondering the significance of being her nunh. ]

[shepherdtostars]

[ Perhaps the mixture of facts of their ancient history, the longing for one another, and just how taxing the adventure to the First was has all led to this time feeling so very different. A time when all of their walls are down and it is simply Aymeric and Lantaa together. He is open to taking charge and she has given herself over to her instincts. Perhaps, also, they both so desire children that a special force seems to drive it all. Everything combined with the acceptance they are one pairing and meant to be one another has certainly cemented it all in her mind.

He grinds against her and something akin to an excited whine comes from her. Her nose presses into his skin once more before she trails open mouth kisses along his neck. Her teeth drag along with her kisses before she sinks against his skin once more. Once she has returned to a more normal state of mind she will apologize for the bites, but for now she nips at his shoulder and neck. One hand curls into his hair while the other twists itself into the nightshirt he still wears.

Her half-closed gaze moves up to find his once he slows to a brief stop. Her breathing is deep and heavy, tail twitching as she tries to follow with what he might do when he continues. Surely, he cannot be tired now. If he is? She will find a creative way to continue. Whatever her nuhn might need is what she intends to see to.

Alkaid tilts her head back to kiss his chin then nudge it with her nose. She will hold onto him however he wishes once they've indulged as much as they would like. Which is why she nudges his chin once more. She feels that anticipation has yet to be clenched for both of them. ]

W-what would you... have me do, my lord? [ Her breathing is still deep and heavy which causes her voice to hitch and pause to gather breath for it. ] O-or should I tend to myself...?

[thewayforpeace]

[ She could bite him, leave scratch marks from her fingernails, do anything she pleased, and he would not protest in the slightest. The only thing he wants is to become one with her, however they decide that should look, and if she wishes to leave physical signs that she has claimed him for her own, he has no issues with that. After all, such signs would be for their eyes only, even though both of them still remain in the public eye. Clothes can cover up those more intimate signs, and he intends to do just that.

He is hardly tired yet, but he is merely taking a pause as if to inquire about her own interest in continuing. ]

I would have you do whatever it is that pleases you. If that is continuing, or pausing, I will follow your example. You are, after all, the storied Warrior of Light. Who better to follow the example of than you?

[ He is teasing, of course, and to further show that, he leans in to brush his nose lightly against her cheek. ]

[shepherdtostars]

[ Her face scrunches up at his light tease. She still leans into his nudge, eyes drifting closed at the contact that leaves sparks rolling up her spine. ]

I'm not the Warrior of Light right now. [ Alkaid puffs her cheeks out as if to make her point further. Her hips once more adjust to his in an attempt to encourage him. ] I'm... I'm just me, your mate.

[ She nudges his cheek in return as she attempts to reign in the thundering in her ears and desire to push further. It is harder than she anticipated, causing her to muffle a soft moan that wants to come forward. The ears atop her head lower once more as she struggles to keep her mind on the conversation and not the demand to continue their current acts. Alkaid tilts her head to press her nose into his shoulder and shuts her eyes. ]

I... I want to be what a wife should be for her lord... [ Her voice lowers to almost a whisper. ] I want to give you a family, and children, a-and make you smile more...

[thewayforpeace]

You are that, and more: everything that I could have dreamed of or hoped for, to be precise. [ It feels as though he could speak those words a thousand times over and it still would not adequately express how he feels. But still he tries to tell her that with his words and with his actions. ]

You need only be yourself, Alkaid. Lantaa. [ He nudges his nose against her cheek once more as his lips turn up into a small smile. ] And you have already given me everything. There is no need for you to give me anything more. [ But after a moment's pause, he adds: ]

Should we find ourselves blessed with children, I would quite happy indeed, although I have already found my happiness, and it is right here in front of me.