[ How would being apart from him ever be for her own good? Her magic can stop him if his nature ever escapes his careful guarded resolve. She knows, in her heart and soul, she cannot lose him now that they reunited. ]
Maybe it has nothing to do with deserving... and it just simply is. [ Lantaa affectionately nudges him once more. She cannot tell why it feels as if they have spent so many lives apart, or if they simply were unable to spend fulfilled lives together. Mayhap it only feels so very long because of the lives they have led now: secluded from others by choice, thinking it for the best for themselves. ]
I do understand. [ She gives a small nod to further demonstrate the fact. Her slender fingers brush along his skin in an attempt to comfort him. ] But, I know you will stop yourself. You said you would protect me... so I can't see why you would be unable to stop yourself. I... I trust you in this, as I trust you to help me speak when my mind won't allow me to.
[ The tips of her ears twitch as he falls against her. Anxiousness stabs her heart. He has lost more blood than she first thought. What she had given him must have only been enough to aid him in being alert and conscious. That fact would also lead her to believe he has not had enough to heal on his own. All the damage that has been repaired is of her own magic. He will need his wound tended to more then once he has eaten.
A new sense of resolve fills her to accompany the anxiousness. It will be different from granting the wishes of others or even healing him. She will need to make certain he feels cared for and safe, otherwise he may panic and fight against her.
Even then, she knows the nerves also come from the simple fact of how personal this is. He is her one and only, not a stranger she holds no connections with.
The hand still on the back of his head gently brushes his hair once more to soothe him. ]
Aymeric, my love, look at me. [ Her tone still attempts to lure him to her care; something that seems too tempting to be without, yet filled with love for him.
Lantaa makes certain she holds his attention, her lit eyes attempting to captivate his dim ones. Her fingers move once more so that only her thumb brushes along his bottom lip. The others settle under his chin to tilt his head up by a fraction as her tail begins to gently brush along his leg once more. She searches to find not only the knight, but the vampire, in his gaze. She means to snare the side of him that he hates and represses in hopes that he will realize on all lives she does this out of the love she has for him. Love that will hopefully have the repressed side desire her and trust her. ]
I need to know you will allow me to help, and not simply because I say. [ Lantaa carefully leans forward to brush her lips beside his mouth while her thumb still moves gently back and forth along his lower lip. She does not find herself the most inticing or eye turning person, but, all she need do is have his repressed instincts wish to have her. Then, she can direct him how to eat safely.
At least she hopes she comes off as seductive as she believes she is. Now, it is time to see if she has captured his whole attention. Her voice drops to an inticing whisper:, ]
Tell me truthfully, my love. Am I something you would want? Was my blood satisifying... something you would desire to have again?
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Maybe it has nothing to do with deserving... and it just simply is. [ Lantaa affectionately nudges him once more. She cannot tell why it feels as if they have spent so many lives apart, or if they simply were unable to spend fulfilled lives together. Mayhap it only feels so very long because of the lives they have led now: secluded from others by choice, thinking it for the best for themselves. ]
I do understand. [ She gives a small nod to further demonstrate the fact. Her slender fingers brush along his skin in an attempt to comfort him. ] But, I know you will stop yourself. You said you would protect me... so I can't see why you would be unable to stop yourself. I... I trust you in this, as I trust you to help me speak when my mind won't allow me to.
[ The tips of her ears twitch as he falls against her. Anxiousness stabs her heart. He has lost more blood than she first thought. What she had given him must have only been enough to aid him in being alert and conscious. That fact would also lead her to believe he has not had enough to heal on his own. All the damage that has been repaired is of her own magic. He will need his wound tended to more then once he has eaten.
A new sense of resolve fills her to accompany the anxiousness. It will be different from granting the wishes of others or even healing him. She will need to make certain he feels cared for and safe, otherwise he may panic and fight against her.
Even then, she knows the nerves also come from the simple fact of how personal this is. He is her one and only, not a stranger she holds no connections with.
The hand still on the back of his head gently brushes his hair once more to soothe him. ]
Aymeric, my love, look at me. [ Her tone still attempts to lure him to her care; something that seems too tempting to be without, yet filled with love for him.
Lantaa makes certain she holds his attention, her lit eyes attempting to captivate his dim ones. Her fingers move once more so that only her thumb brushes along his bottom lip. The others settle under his chin to tilt his head up by a fraction as her tail begins to gently brush along his leg once more. She searches to find not only the knight, but the vampire, in his gaze. She means to snare the side of him that he hates and represses in hopes that he will realize on all lives she does this out of the love she has for him. Love that will hopefully have the repressed side desire her and trust her. ]
I need to know you will allow me to help, and not simply because I say. [ Lantaa carefully leans forward to brush her lips beside his mouth while her thumb still moves gently back and forth along his lower lip. She does not find herself the most inticing or eye turning person, but, all she need do is have his repressed instincts wish to have her. Then, she can direct him how to eat safely.
At least she hopes she comes off as seductive as she believes she is. Now, it is time to see if she has captured his whole attention. Her voice drops to an inticing whisper:, ]
Tell me truthfully, my love. Am I something you would want? Was my blood satisifying... something you would desire to have again?