[ While on the other hand, Lantaa cannot begin to imagine what it must be like to be a lord or lady in a city whose spires reach into the heavens. Perhaps she will learn. All she truly knows is how to live away from the sight of others, study, and do acts of kindness away from the public's eye. Those that come to her seek some sort of personal gain. Even Estinien had come to her, now twice, with an intention of his own gain. Power to kill Nidhogg, and to save his best friend.
How could the words be premature? She was the one that had first mentioned the word, even if it was in the context of term of endearment. She had been the one to recognize the immediate magnetism towards him. Although, she had also been the one convinced they could not be together. Now the thought lingers if it was truly due to circumstances in their current life, or a sentiment firmly in her soul because of how many lives it had been.
As soon as his fingers move into her hair, Lantaa moves as well. This time she leans backwards, gently guiding him to join her. She lays on her back with him above her, fingers moving through his hair and once again gently massaging his scalp. Her heart still thunders and her body still wishes to move, but, Lantaa forces herself to be composed. He does not want to seem to pursue such a move at the moment. Therefore, she will not. If all he wishes is to be physically close and affectionate? Then, that is what she will do.
His wound still needs tending to.
She then seemingly melts in his hold and into the bed below them. Her head tilts into where his fingers play with her hair and a contented sound leaves her. Lantaa gently nudges his cheek once more. ]
I love you. [ Whispering, or tones within that range, seem the be the easiest for her to speak the things close to her heart. Anything louder and her own fears and trauma seem to wish to grab on them. A shaky inhale is done before she swallows the emotions in her throat in an attempt to push herself to say as she wishes. ] You may not have always been what you are... a-and I wasn't a-always a witch. I'm--I'm not even a-a real witch. Not by what they think... just a caretaker u-until the real Master Matoya returns...
[ Lantaa can still remember the day Master Matoya and the other Miqo'te left. The real Matoya seemed adamant that the younger Miqo'te leave the cave and have a life and adventures of her own. She even gave Lantaa instructions on how to seal and hide the cave away until the day came that she would return. However, until now, Lantaa had not had a reason to leave. She imagines that the older woman who raised her will be nothing but joyful for the decision... while making comments that might give another impression.
Her hands begin to shake, but regardless, she pushes through to do as she wishes. One hand continues to massage the back of his head while the other pulls away. It takes another moment for her to work up the courage to do as she wishes. He may have further questions or may not even truly understand what she is about to show him. The soul she loves more than any other may be Aymeric, a Temple Knight, but surely he would not be blinded by such things.
Surely...
Lantaa turns her hand so that her palm faces upwards. A flourish of white and green light sprouts almost like a flower before revealing a small glittering opal. At the center of the jewel rests the insignia that she imagines Temple Knights would see as an enemy. Her mind rebels at sharing the words she wishes to, and thus, showing him is all she has left. The very crystal passed from one white mage to another containing centuries of knowledge and wisdom within it. Perhaps the last one in existence, as she must be the last of those who once called Madain Sari home.
Despite the courage she found moments before, Lantaa feels herself sinking further into the bed as if to protect herself from a blow. A small frown rests on her face with eyes wide and her whole body shaking. He could certainly take her life in that moment and fulfill his duty as a knight. Every other possibility seems blocked from her thoughts and emotions. Her soul and heart attempt to pierce the wall of numbing fear that seems to have taken her, but, nothing else seems to be able to process. Her ears fold to her head as her tail curls beside them. ]
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How could the words be premature? She was the one that had first mentioned the word, even if it was in the context of term of endearment. She had been the one to recognize the immediate magnetism towards him. Although, she had also been the one convinced they could not be together. Now the thought lingers if it was truly due to circumstances in their current life, or a sentiment firmly in her soul because of how many lives it had been.
As soon as his fingers move into her hair, Lantaa moves as well. This time she leans backwards, gently guiding him to join her. She lays on her back with him above her, fingers moving through his hair and once again gently massaging his scalp. Her heart still thunders and her body still wishes to move, but, Lantaa forces herself to be composed. He does not want to seem to pursue such a move at the moment. Therefore, she will not. If all he wishes is to be physically close and affectionate? Then, that is what she will do.
His wound still needs tending to.
She then seemingly melts in his hold and into the bed below them. Her head tilts into where his fingers play with her hair and a contented sound leaves her. Lantaa gently nudges his cheek once more. ]
I love you. [ Whispering, or tones within that range, seem the be the easiest for her to speak the things close to her heart. Anything louder and her own fears and trauma seem to wish to grab on them. A shaky inhale is done before she swallows the emotions in her throat in an attempt to push herself to say as she wishes. ] You may not have always been what you are... a-and I wasn't a-always a witch. I'm--I'm not even a-a real witch. Not by what they think... just a caretaker u-until the real Master Matoya returns...
[ Lantaa can still remember the day Master Matoya and the other Miqo'te left. The real Matoya seemed adamant that the younger Miqo'te leave the cave and have a life and adventures of her own. She even gave Lantaa instructions on how to seal and hide the cave away until the day came that she would return. However, until now, Lantaa had not had a reason to leave. She imagines that the older woman who raised her will be nothing but joyful for the decision... while making comments that might give another impression.
Her hands begin to shake, but regardless, she pushes through to do as she wishes. One hand continues to massage the back of his head while the other pulls away. It takes another moment for her to work up the courage to do as she wishes. He may have further questions or may not even truly understand what she is about to show him. The soul she loves more than any other may be Aymeric, a Temple Knight, but surely he would not be blinded by such things.
Surely...
Lantaa turns her hand so that her palm faces upwards. A flourish of white and green light sprouts almost like a flower before revealing a small glittering opal. At the center of the jewel rests the insignia that she imagines Temple Knights would see as an enemy. Her mind rebels at sharing the words she wishes to, and thus, showing him is all she has left. The very crystal passed from one white mage to another containing centuries of knowledge and wisdom within it. Perhaps the last one in existence, as she must be the last of those who once called Madain Sari home.
Despite the courage she found moments before, Lantaa feels herself sinking further into the bed as if to protect herself from a blow. A small frown rests on her face with eyes wide and her whole body shaking. He could certainly take her life in that moment and fulfill his duty as a knight. Every other possibility seems blocked from her thoughts and emotions. Her soul and heart attempt to pierce the wall of numbing fear that seems to have taken her, but, nothing else seems to be able to process. Her ears fold to her head as her tail curls beside them. ]