Lantaa manages the nod in agreement as emotions threaten to build in her throat again. Her beloved, her pair. She cannot help but wonder why so many lives had gone by without them being together with one another. Had circumstances truly interfered so much? If so, then it is no surprise he insists then be togerher in this life. Not that Lantaa disagrees. Perhaps she had just begun to believe, deep down, they could not be together no matter how much they wished for it.
His question causes a blush to come to her face. Her notion of knights may very well be inaccurate. Yet, are they not apart of a greater society and kingdom? Will he not become a Lord? Of course, she has no idea he is already one. ]
Knights become Lords, don't they? [ Her ears tilt down in embarrassment. ] You'd have a family home... and a title... a-and you would need to marry to have heirs... that sort of life.
[ She onxe again gives the faintest shake of her head. No, she does not hate him. He seems to hate himself more than anyone else might. The notioj breaks her heart and causes her very soul to ache. Her love has been so hurt by this life already, and it has barely begun. Her fingees brush along his cheeks once more. ]
I could never hate you. Why would I seek you out in every life if I did? [ Her tone is a gentle sort of sensual, attempting to lure him into her verbal and emotional embrace. ] If you are undeserving than so must I be.
[ She accepts his passion and need. Oh, her poor knight. How long has he been a vampire? Ho many years have passed for him to grow to futher hate himself? Not all wounds can be healrd by even magic, yet, she hopes she can soothe the ones struck to his heart.
Lantaa tilts her head to deepen the kiss, parting her lips to him. Part of her runs on instinct and the vague memories of how they kissed before. The other feels timid, unsure, shy even, despite her movements moments ago. Perhaps now that he knows she accepts him as a vampire, he needs the same acceptance as a knight.
She breaks the kiss for a moment to see how he might wish to proceed. Her gaze remains closed even as she nudges his nose with hers. ]
Would you rather I tend to your back, Aymeric? [ Or does his heart need more attention? She asks so she might know how to best proceed for him. ] Either way, you should rest more, before your friend returns.
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Lantaa manages the nod in agreement as emotions threaten to build in her throat again. Her beloved, her pair. She cannot help but wonder why so many lives had gone by without them being together with one another. Had circumstances truly interfered so much? If so, then it is no surprise he insists then be togerher in this life. Not that Lantaa disagrees. Perhaps she had just begun to believe, deep down, they could not be together no matter how much they wished for it.
His question causes a blush to come to her face. Her notion of knights may very well be inaccurate. Yet, are they not apart of a greater society and kingdom? Will he not become a Lord? Of course, she has no idea he is already one. ]
Knights become Lords, don't they? [ Her ears tilt down in embarrassment. ] You'd have a family home... and a title... a-and you would need to marry to have heirs... that sort of life.
[ She onxe again gives the faintest shake of her head. No, she does not hate him. He seems to hate himself more than anyone else might. The notioj breaks her heart and causes her very soul to ache. Her love has been so hurt by this life already, and it has barely begun. Her fingees brush along his cheeks once more. ]
I could never hate you. Why would I seek you out in every life if I did? [ Her tone is a gentle sort of sensual, attempting to lure him into her verbal and emotional embrace. ] If you are undeserving than so must I be.
[ She accepts his passion and need. Oh, her poor knight. How long has he been a vampire? Ho many years have passed for him to grow to futher hate himself? Not all wounds can be healrd by even magic, yet, she hopes she can soothe the ones struck to his heart.
Lantaa tilts her head to deepen the kiss, parting her lips to him. Part of her runs on instinct and the vague memories of how they kissed before. The other feels timid, unsure, shy even, despite her movements moments ago. Perhaps now that he knows she accepts him as a vampire, he needs the same acceptance as a knight.
She breaks the kiss for a moment to see how he might wish to proceed. Her gaze remains closed even as she nudges his nose with hers. ]
Would you rather I tend to your back, Aymeric? [ Or does his heart need more attention? She asks so she might know how to best proceed for him. ] Either way, you should rest more, before your friend returns.