[ Lantaa finds her needs and wants are very small and perhaps insignificant. A true home to call her own, someone to share her life with, and to no longer be afraid of being who and what she truly is. They are such basic things that anything else seems to be a gift or something precious. Touching her and even speaking to her the way he is? They are things she never thought was possible for her. Who would wish to love and care for her?
And, how is he anymore distasteful than she? He is still a Temple Knight, and to some degree accepted in his home. People came to her home to erase them from existence--just as the white mages they decended from. In her mind, she is truly unwanted by all in the world. Mayhap some relic or some cursed being that has no place. ]
You may be more skilled than me. I... I have not been able to care for any in a very long time. [ Her voice drops to an unexpected whisper. A habit, it seems, when she must say something that normally dhe may not be able to. ] Granting wishes and caring for someone... they aren't the same thing.
[ A sound akin to a squeak leaves her as his hands tighten at her sides. Then, he moves, and she feels as if the world has come to a stop. The logical side of her mind knows that the sudden sensual desire is brought on by sharing her blood, but her body seems to care little as to the why or how. Her heart is quick to agree, while the yearning from her soul seems to affirm that their behavior is quite normal. They have shared one another and been with one another countless times. How should this life different?
Yet, the logical side still protests at how any of this has come around. Perhaps everything is illogical because they exist outside the norm. There should be no standard to hold herself to if the world would rather her not exist. The opinion that does matter belongs to the man with his arms around her.
Everything swirls in her mind, round and round, thoughts compiling onto one another. Then, they stop. His tone catches her whole attention as his movements cause her whole person to shiver under his touch. Her heart beats faster as her eyes seem to glaze over slightly. No doubt it will set his darker instincs off.
A small moan leaves her at her first attempt to answer him. Then, she swallows the emotions in her throat to speak. ] Yes, I...
[ Her head leans forward to rest against his neck as she shivers. Another pleased deep moan comes from her as his hips continue to move. Hadn't she believed that she would wish him good-bye whe he had awoken...? Now they are... ]
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And, how is he anymore distasteful than she? He is still a Temple Knight, and to some degree accepted in his home. People came to her home to erase them from existence--just as the white mages they decended from. In her mind, she is truly unwanted by all in the world. Mayhap some relic or some cursed being that has no place. ]
You may be more skilled than me. I... I have not been able to care for any in a very long time. [ Her voice drops to an unexpected whisper. A habit, it seems, when she must say something that normally dhe may not be able to. ] Granting wishes and caring for someone... they aren't the same thing.
[ A sound akin to a squeak leaves her as his hands tighten at her sides. Then, he moves, and she feels as if the world has come to a stop. The logical side of her mind knows that the sudden sensual desire is brought on by sharing her blood, but her body seems to care little as to the why or how. Her heart is quick to agree, while the yearning from her soul seems to affirm that their behavior is quite normal. They have shared one another and been with one another countless times. How should this life different?
Yet, the logical side still protests at how any of this has come around. Perhaps everything is illogical because they exist outside the norm. There should be no standard to hold herself to if the world would rather her not exist. The opinion that does matter belongs to the man with his arms around her.
Everything swirls in her mind, round and round, thoughts compiling onto one another. Then, they stop. His tone catches her whole attention as his movements cause her whole person to shiver under his touch. Her heart beats faster as her eyes seem to glaze over slightly. No doubt it will set his darker instincs off.
A small moan leaves her at her first attempt to answer him. Then, she swallows the emotions in her throat to speak. ] Yes, I...
[ Her head leans forward to rest against his neck as she shivers. Another pleased deep moan comes from her as his hips continue to move. Hadn't she believed that she would wish him good-bye whe he had awoken...? Now they are... ]