[ Lantaa's eyes widen. A lesser House still makes him a lord even if he is a knight. One that has a place in society, even if he does not feel wanted in it. Her fingers brush along his cheek. Perhaps his situation is more complicated than hers... and perhaps she is naive for thinking what it is she will be saying. Her feelings on the matter may not even be something he cares for. ]
I care about you. [ She loves him deeply, yes, but she too cares for him. His state of mind, the state of his person, his heart. All of it matters to her even if it matters not to anyone else. ] It may not be the same as love from your kin, but... I care.
[ Her hand spreads to begin treating his wound once more until he moves. Lantaa's eyes widen and move to find his, mouth opening to ask him not to until she is done. Then, he leans forward and kisses her neck. A small spark runs through her from the tip of her ears to her tail, which straightens. That need for passion and desire for hunger knocks hard against her resolve once more. Her eaes droop again and her eyes haze once more.
Lantaa hears what he says, of course she does, but her words seem seized once more. Yes, she does desire him. Not simply because of a physical reaction, but a feeling deep inside her soul that tries to reach out to his. One that speaks of wishing to feel his love and give her own once more.
I want you... but I don't think you would want this. Maybe not now, or ever at all, or from me...
Would he ever desire her if he hates himself so very much? How could he wish to touch her without the help of instincts if he spent so much time locking himself away? Lantaa does not want him to resent any time with her, especially if he relates it as a part of being who and what he has become.
She opens her mouth to speak, but once more the fear paralyzes her ability to share what she wishes to. Instead, she leans into his touch, a tremor in her hands once more from desire and fear. She would have him touch her, explore her, and learn her. Yet, saying it seems impossible as it had before.
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I care about you. [ She loves him deeply, yes, but she too cares for him. His state of mind, the state of his person, his heart. All of it matters to her even if it matters not to anyone else. ] It may not be the same as love from your kin, but... I care.
[ Her hand spreads to begin treating his wound once more until he moves. Lantaa's eyes widen and move to find his, mouth opening to ask him not to until she is done. Then, he leans forward and kisses her neck. A small spark runs through her from the tip of her ears to her tail, which straightens. That need for passion and desire for hunger knocks hard against her resolve once more. Her eaes droop again and her eyes haze once more.
Lantaa hears what he says, of course she does, but her words seem seized once more. Yes, she does desire him. Not simply because of a physical reaction, but a feeling deep inside her soul that tries to reach out to his. One that speaks of wishing to feel his love and give her own once more.
I want you... but I don't think you would want this. Maybe not now, or ever at all, or from me...
Would he ever desire her if he hates himself so very much? How could he wish to touch her without the help of instincts if he spent so much time locking himself away? Lantaa does not want him to resent any time with her, especially if he relates it as a part of being who and what he has become.
She opens her mouth to speak, but once more the fear paralyzes her ability to share what she wishes to. Instead, she leans into his touch, a tremor in her hands once more from desire and fear. She would have him touch her, explore her, and learn her. Yet, saying it seems impossible as it had before.
Aymeric, I... ]