[ Her gaze lowers at his question. ] I-I thought because I act as a witch, and I'm a.... [ white mage. ] I wasn't sure if you would see me, or recognize me. That maybe we wouldn't be allowed together by circumstances and, [ her gaze lowers by a fraction as her lower lip trembles, ] i-if nothing else I could help you now, so you could return to the life a knight lives.
[ Lantaa had built quite the image in her mind over the time he slept. What it was that she would say and do as he left with Estinien. The heartbreak that would follow as the realization settled in that it would be another life without him. In truth, it broke something far more than her heart, but what could she do? They believed her to be a witch, and the knights of his home could have her head for merely that. There was no reason for him to even begin to feel the inclinations she had.
Watching him leave to be with another.
That image had stood out in her mind so very vividly that one might of thought it was real. The thought comes to her that perhaps it was real. Lantaa would have thought it a fantasy if she did not feel how her heart clenched but beat harder at the same time. The details of faces and places are muddled at best, but the emotion remains as strong as any other. A life had been lived where she stood in the distance, watching as he promised himself to another. She had been just a face among many, and surely he never noticed, but the pain remained with her. In some way it must still remain as she frowns ever so slightly and her heart beats another painful beat.
He had walked away with his wife and lived quite the happy life... hadn't he? ]
...I thought we couldn't be together. [ Now, or ever again.
The red from his eyes fades and it reflects in her own. Those emotions and desires still run high, but, she realizes that perhaps she should curve them. For now he seems more in control of himself and she is certain he would not wish to do such acts on a half-decent bed in a cave. Or, perhaps at all. The emotions in his gaze merely makes her smile lovingly, despite the way her heart yearns to be healed, and how her body wishes he might touch her more.
The desperation is clear to her by his gaze even without the ability to sense his akasha. Her gaze drops to his lips for a brief moment before returning to his sky-blue eyes once he begins to speak. Then, her expression softens. Hate him? How could she ever hate him? Even in lives they were unable to be together due to circumstances? She's never hated him. She could never hate him. ]
I don't hate you. [ She says it with reassurance and as if it were a secret between the two of them. Yet, she knows what he truly is looking for is acceptance. For her to love him as the man and being he has become versus what he ought to have been. Perhaps if she accepts him, he in time, will come to accept himself. ] I forgive you, my love. I will help who and what you have become in any way that I can. It is a wish I can certainly grant.
[ Lantaa guides him into a kiss. She begins it by a simple brush of their lips once more, then leans that small bit forward to bring their lips together. The kiss is slow, almost rhythmical, to try and ease him into the security she offers. Like everything else, it feels familiar and yet different at the same time. However he chooses to return her affections, either as vampire or knight, does not matter to her. She will embrace either or both. ]
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[ Lantaa had built quite the image in her mind over the time he slept. What it was that she would say and do as he left with Estinien. The heartbreak that would follow as the realization settled in that it would be another life without him. In truth, it broke something far more than her heart, but what could she do? They believed her to be a witch, and the knights of his home could have her head for merely that. There was no reason for him to even begin to feel the inclinations she had.
Watching him leave to be with another.
That image had stood out in her mind so very vividly that one might of thought it was real. The thought comes to her that perhaps it was real. Lantaa would have thought it a fantasy if she did not feel how her heart clenched but beat harder at the same time. The details of faces and places are muddled at best, but the emotion remains as strong as any other. A life had been lived where she stood in the distance, watching as he promised himself to another. She had been just a face among many, and surely he never noticed, but the pain remained with her. In some way it must still remain as she frowns ever so slightly and her heart beats another painful beat.
He had walked away with his wife and lived quite the happy life... hadn't he? ]
...I thought we couldn't be together. [ Now, or ever again.
The red from his eyes fades and it reflects in her own. Those emotions and desires still run high, but, she realizes that perhaps she should curve them. For now he seems more in control of himself and she is certain he would not wish to do such acts on a half-decent bed in a cave. Or, perhaps at all. The emotions in his gaze merely makes her smile lovingly, despite the way her heart yearns to be healed, and how her body wishes he might touch her more.
The desperation is clear to her by his gaze even without the ability to sense his akasha. Her gaze drops to his lips for a brief moment before returning to his sky-blue eyes once he begins to speak. Then, her expression softens. Hate him? How could she ever hate him? Even in lives they were unable to be together due to circumstances? She's never hated him. She could never hate him. ]
I don't hate you. [ She says it with reassurance and as if it were a secret between the two of them. Yet, she knows what he truly is looking for is acceptance. For her to love him as the man and being he has become versus what he ought to have been. Perhaps if she accepts him, he in time, will come to accept himself. ] I forgive you, my love. I will help who and what you have become in any way that I can. It is a wish I can certainly grant.
[ Lantaa guides him into a kiss. She begins it by a simple brush of their lips once more, then leans that small bit forward to bring their lips together. The kiss is slow, almost rhythmical, to try and ease him into the security she offers. Like everything else, it feels familiar and yet different at the same time. However he chooses to return her affections, either as vampire or knight, does not matter to her. She will embrace either or both. ]