[ Soul searching may be required to learn why they have lost one another. Yet, even then, Lantaa almost does not wish to know. A theory that Master Matoya told her was that the memories of past lives fall alway as aether is washed anew in the aetheric sea, thus there ought to be no tangible way to feel what she does. Somehow, those feelings remain even after perhaps countless lives. The feeling that speak not only of deep unconditional love for him, but, that she has lost him more than once. Lives unfulfilled and left empty with his absence, or perhaps even her absence. The details may be found, but for now, Lantaa does not wish to dive deeper. All she wishes is to be with him. She prays that he will wish to be with her once her secrets are shared; that this life will not end up as a tally strike of yet another life unshaved.
Her tail continues to sway even as he gently brushes the ends of her hair. She smiles at the notion, feeling another thrill move through her body. Not anyone could touch her in such a manner to garner the same response. Only him.
Such a small act has made her quite happy. Her nature is not to be closed off and a distant woman who demands prices for her services. No, this is her nature. Caring for the ills and aches of another, seeing they are healthy, nurturing them. If taking care of his ailment is what he needs to be healed? She will more than gladly so it at nearly any cost. She does not intend to do anything that will separate them.
A protest does form in her mind once he moves to sit, but the words disappear the moment he touches her hands. The state caused by his bite seems to take hold then. Lantaa wordlessly follows his directions and moves to straddle his lap. Her arms raise to drape over his shoulders almost lazily. She needs him to touch her now. So much so that she presses herself to him and content sound escapes her.
She had not stepped into further caring for him without reading. Although, she will admit the naivity in believing that she could very beyond the effects of a bite. Endorphins run high, and thus passions can, all for the vampire to move easily in for their meal. A painless way to do it, she supposed, but experiencing it is very different. Aymeric may not even understand his own reactions to his instincts, but perhaps that is best for later as she lazily looks back into his gaze. The red glow makes another shiver run through her and her tail straighten before relaxing. Her breathing deepens once more.
She wants him to touch her, kiss her, know her like none other. He could run his hands over her body, her tail, undo her corset and loosen the dress. Not that her dress hides much with the exposed shoulder and part of her chest.
Lantaa tilts her head back to give him an alluring smile once more. Although her eyes do not glow. Instead they are dark with desire and anticipation. ]
You are as well, Ser Aymeri c. [ She gives him a smile that speaks further of her desires. ]
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Her tail continues to sway even as he gently brushes the ends of her hair. She smiles at the notion, feeling another thrill move through her body. Not anyone could touch her in such a manner to garner the same response. Only him.
Such a small act has made her quite happy. Her nature is not to be closed off and a distant woman who demands prices for her services. No, this is her nature. Caring for the ills and aches of another, seeing they are healthy, nurturing them. If taking care of his ailment is what he needs to be healed? She will more than gladly so it at nearly any cost. She does not intend to do anything that will separate them.
A protest does form in her mind once he moves to sit, but the words disappear the moment he touches her hands. The state caused by his bite seems to take hold then. Lantaa wordlessly follows his directions and moves to straddle his lap. Her arms raise to drape over his shoulders almost lazily. She needs him to touch her now. So much so that she presses herself to him and content sound escapes her.
She had not stepped into further caring for him without reading. Although, she will admit the naivity in believing that she could very beyond the effects of a bite. Endorphins run high, and thus passions can, all for the vampire to move easily in for their meal. A painless way to do it, she supposed, but experiencing it is very different. Aymeric may not even understand his own reactions to his instincts, but perhaps that is best for later as she lazily looks back into his gaze. The red glow makes another shiver run through her and her tail straighten before relaxing. Her breathing deepens once more.
She wants him to touch her, kiss her, know her like none other. He could run his hands over her body, her tail, undo her corset and loosen the dress. Not that her dress hides much with the exposed shoulder and part of her chest.
Lantaa tilts her head back to give him an alluring smile once more. Although her eyes do not glow. Instead they are dark with desire and anticipation. ]
You are as well, Ser Aymeri c. [ She gives him a smile that speaks further of her desires. ]