[ A watery smile forms on her face at his question. Why indeed. She wishes she knew why the red eye appeared in the sky; why the Knights attacked. Her childhood home was peaceful. They were healers. Yet, they were deemed unfit, and their home destoryed with she the only survivor as far as she knows. Her mother, father, and twin all gone... ]
You also face them every day in your war. [ A gentle nod is given in the direction of his back. ] Life here is not easy... and perhaps it has never been easy.
[ A faint blush takes to her face as he presses in return. No rejection is within her gaze, merely embarrassment and anticipation. What those might be for is something that has yet fully entered her mind. She is entirely focused on him and caring for him. The thought strikes her that she has yet to care for another in such a way. Someone who needs healing... and nurturing... not just simply wishes of their heart. A proper sort of care.
Lantaa feels her cheeks grow hot at his smirk and pointed teeth. Her heart beats loud in her eyes for a moment with anticipation in her gaze. She truly had not thought he would find her blood appetizing or even good. She is an accursed witch after all. Surely that would have something to do with tatse and desire for her. He is a vampire, and those urges and tendencies must be there even if he attempts to ignore it.
The gentleness surprises her as he takes his hand and plants a kiss where his teeth will break into. Lantaa did not think he would be careless or hurt her, but she cannot help but wonder if he treats her with care because of their bond. She hopes that even with his instincts guiding him, he remembers who she is. She hopes that he finds her desirable, her blood appetizing , and treats her with care because she is his other half.
Her arm tenses from the reflex of being bit, but she does not pull away or even show any pain or fear. Of course the bite hurts to some degree. It simply is not enough to make her wince or recoil. Not when she can tell he is attempting to be gentle and care for her despite his needing to feed. ]
Hmm.
[ She glances down at her arm and feels that perhaps it will not be enough. So, Lantaa flexes her arm in a way to encourage the blood to rise to the surface for him. All the while her other hand brushes the lengths of his locks before returning to the top of his head to continue the calming notion. ]
Thank you, for being gentle. [ She blushes at her next words, in which she means in a teasing manner. At least, she means to a degree. Her tail begins to sway from one side to the next happily. ] I hope that when you spoke of desiring me, it wasn't only to eat something you find appealing...
[ Her blush deepens on her face at her own words. Surely he would not desire her beyond companionship and potentially one to give him substance he needs. There is little to desire after all. A Miqo'te compared to a woman of Ishgard? There is no contest.
Still, she finds herself hoping he does desire her. She would kiss him then and there, and touch him, but she would have it when he is in control of himself. Not that he would wish to kiss her... ]
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You also face them every day in your war. [ A gentle nod is given in the direction of his back. ] Life here is not easy... and perhaps it has never been easy.
[ A faint blush takes to her face as he presses in return. No rejection is within her gaze, merely embarrassment and anticipation. What those might be for is something that has yet fully entered her mind. She is entirely focused on him and caring for him. The thought strikes her that she has yet to care for another in such a way. Someone who needs healing... and nurturing... not just simply wishes of their heart. A proper sort of care.
Lantaa feels her cheeks grow hot at his smirk and pointed teeth. Her heart beats loud in her eyes for a moment with anticipation in her gaze. She truly had not thought he would find her blood appetizing or even good. She is an accursed witch after all. Surely that would have something to do with tatse and desire for her. He is a vampire, and those urges and tendencies must be there even if he attempts to ignore it.
The gentleness surprises her as he takes his hand and plants a kiss where his teeth will break into. Lantaa did not think he would be careless or hurt her, but she cannot help but wonder if he treats her with care because of their bond. She hopes that even with his instincts guiding him, he remembers who she is. She hopes that he finds her desirable, her blood appetizing , and treats her with care because she is his other half.
Her arm tenses from the reflex of being bit, but she does not pull away or even show any pain or fear. Of course the bite hurts to some degree. It simply is not enough to make her wince or recoil. Not when she can tell he is attempting to be gentle and care for her despite his needing to feed. ]
Hmm.
[ She glances down at her arm and feels that perhaps it will not be enough. So, Lantaa flexes her arm in a way to encourage the blood to rise to the surface for him. All the while her other hand brushes the lengths of his locks before returning to the top of his head to continue the calming notion. ]
Thank you, for being gentle. [ She blushes at her next words, in which she means in a teasing manner. At least, she means to a degree. Her tail begins to sway from one side to the next happily. ] I hope that when you spoke of desiring me, it wasn't only to eat something you find appealing...
[ Her blush deepens on her face at her own words. Surely he would not desire her beyond companionship and potentially one to give him substance he needs. There is little to desire after all. A Miqo'te compared to a woman of Ishgard? There is no contest.
Still, she finds herself hoping he does desire her. She would kiss him then and there, and touch him, but she would have it when he is in control of himself. Not that he would wish to kiss her... ]